Page 5 of Kismet

“Right on. Have fun, man.” Slapping him on the back, I walk through the front door, heading up the stairs toward my room. The house is practically silent right now, but that isn’t unusual for a Tuesday afternoon. A lot of the guys are still in class.

Once in my room, I drop my backpack next to my desk, kicking off my shoes. My mind is still reeling over this trip I’m taking with Stone. If this was some movie or romance novel, an accidental hook-up would be in my foreseeable future.

If only I was that lucky.

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“I’m getting another beer. Want one?” My gaze flits over to Jeremy, one of the newer frat brothers. He’s a kiss-ass, but I think it comes from a good place. He’s still getting to know everyone and wants to make a good impression.

“Sure. Thanks, Jer.”

The usual Friday night party is in full swing, but I’m sitting on the back porch, trying to unwind. I’ve had a crazy week at school; an intense research project was due in my philosophy class, and it’s not my favorite class, so I dragged my feet a bit with getting it done.

Footsteps sound on the wooden deck beside me. Turning my head to the right, I’m met with an ice-cold bottle of IPA. “Thanks, bro,” I say to Jeremy as I take the drink.

“No problem. Can I get you anything else?”

“Nah, man. I’m good. Enjoy your night.” As soon as he walks away, my buddy, Weston takes his place. His piercing blue eyes are bloodshot; he’s either already three sheets to the wind or he’s stoned. You never know with him.

“Cash, my man!” His dimples peek through as he smiles, taking a seat in the chair across from me. “How the fuck are ya, dude?”

“’Sup, West. Did you just get here?” I bring the bottle up to my lips, tipping it back to take a swig.

“I sure did. Came from a party at the sorority.”

“Of course, you did.” I chuckle, which makes him laugh. I’m a pretty flirty guy, and have no trouble finding someone to keep my bed warm. But Weston… he takes the cake. Playboy doesn’t even begin to cover it. He had a steady girlfriend most of last year, but they broke up, and he’s had fun letting his horny flag fly since.

“A couple chicks came with me from there. They’re around here somewhere.”

“Any of the other guys here, do you know?” All of our hometown buddies are paired up, except me and Weston. They don’t party as much as they used to, which I guess is pretty normal when you get into a serious relationship. Plus, if I didn’t live in this house, I probably wouldn’t party nearly as much as I do either.

“Nah. Knox and Aston said they might stop by.” He takes a swig of his beer.

“And everyone else? What’re they up to?”

“Home, I think. I don’t know. Haven’t talked to them today.”

“There you are, Westy.” Looking to my right, two chicks approach us. Twins. Interesting.

I look back over to Weston and mouth, “Westy?” He laughs, flipping me off, before turning his focus back to the twins.

“Ladies! This is Cash, the friend I was telling you about. Cash, this is Madison and Mackenzie. They’re Kappa Delta.”

Looking at the girls, they’re cute as hell. One’s brunette, the other has auburn hair, with loose curls hanging down their back. They both have hoops in their noses and are dressed casually, in ripped jeans and hoodies. “Nice to meet, y’all.”

One sits down beside me while the other takes a seat by Weston. I have no clue which is which, but whatever. Jeremy and one of the other newer pledges, whose name I can’t remember, magically appear with refills for everyone, and they sit down to kick it with us. One of them suggested we play Kings Cup, so we do.

The game lasts a long ass time, but it’s fun. Jeremy ends up having to drink the cup at the end. He somehow manages to do it without barfing everywhere. RIP to his liver. It’s late as fuck by the time we finish. Weston takes his twin—which I’ve learned is Mackenzie—up to one of the spare rooms for the night. Not surprising. They were all over each other for half the game.

Madison and I head up to my room. Most of the house is silent, with pretty much everyone passed out by now. Once the door is shut behind us, I grab her a pair of my shorts to sleep in and she goes to change in the bathroom. Stripping down to my briefs and t-shirt, I climb into bed, sitting with my back to the headboard as she’s walking back in.

Instead of sliding in on the other side of the bed, she climbs on my side, throwing her leg over my lap. Her cheeks are flushed, and her eyes are heavy. A sleepy smile tugs on her lips as she leans down and kisses me. Her lips taste like whatever lip gloss she uses… strawberry or cherry, maybe… and when her tongue moves with mine, I can taste the Truly’s she drank all night.

She grinds on my lap, my crotch taking notice, but before it can get any further, I pull away and take her face in my palms. “Madison, we cannot do this.”

Her brows pinch, and she cocks her head slightly. “What? Why not?”

“Because,” I start, pushing a stray hair out of her face and tucking it behind her ear. “You’ve had a lot to drink tonight. I’m not doing that. You can sleep in here; I don’t want you walking home this late, but we can’t hook up.”

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