Page 68 of Never Have I Ever
She shrugs, bringing her glass to her mouth and taking a sip of her drink. “I’m just that good.”
Leila snorts. “No, he’s just that horny.”
“True,” Gabriella replies.
Madeline studies the piece of paper. “You cheated.”
Gabi raises her brows, looking offended. “What do you mean I cheated?”
“You probably told him about the bet,” Madi says. “I’m not paying you.”
Gabi shakes her head. “No, I won that fair and square. Now give me my $20.”
Madi scoffs and takes out a twenty from her purse, handing it to Gabi, who takes it from her with a grin as she tucks it into her bra.
The door opens, and in come a group of guys, the laughter and deep voices filling the room. My eyes instantly snap up, trying to find Grayson.
I need to relax. It’s been two days. It’s not like I need to be around him every second of every day, no matter how much I want to. I can’t stop picturing his face when he found me high and out of my mind.
The way he almost broke down, his voice cracking. I don’t know what I would have done without him there. And once he left, I felt empty again. I need to not think about him.
But it isn’t working. Every time the door opens, my head snaps up, trying to see if Grayson walks in. I don't know why my mind is consumed with him. He's not my boyfriend; that's clear. He's just a friend that gives me orgasms sometimes and takes me on adventures, which is totally normal, right?
I don’t know how Leila and Gabi do it. How they hook up with different people so often and never catch feelings. I don’t understand how they’re so comfortable in sharing such a vulnerable part of themselves with just anyone.
I know I went to Grayson’s house, willingly looking for him to take my virginity without even knowing the guy, but I’m so glad he denied me. The first time we ever hooked up was so much more fun and easier to let go because I knew him, and I trusted him.
“You looking for anyone in specific?” Leila asks.
I cock my head towards her. “No.” I furrow my brows, wondering if she can see through my lies.
Her eyes narrow a bit, and I swallow. “Really?”
She seems suspicious. What would she be suspicious about? I haven’t told them about Grayson, and it’s not like we hang out together around campus. We’re always alone. The one time we went to a bar together, the only people who had seen us were the football team. She had nothing to be suspicious about.
I keep telling that to myself as I swallow the rest of my drink. “Yes,” I say, looking at the bottom of the empty glass.
“Okay,” she says, sipping her drink. Her tone sounds like she doesn’t believe me, which I don’t know what to do with. Do I sit here and try to convince her of the fact, or do I leave?
I choose the latter, standing up from the table. “I’m going to get a refill. You want another drink?” I ask Leila.
Her glass is still half full, so she shakes her head. “No, I’m fine.”
I nod, turning to Madeline and Gabi. “Do you guys want anything?”
They both shake their heads, and I turn, heading for the bar.
I recognize the bartender. He’s got a grin on his face as he hands a drink to a gorgeous brunette at the end of the bar. Jesus, he's a flirt. I mean, you would have to be with the kind of attention that he gets. He's handsome, tall as hell, and a basketball player. I can only imagine how many girls claw at his feet. And now has the ability to get me drunk, which makes him even more enticing.
He sees me approaching, and his eyes lock with mine. He gives me a warm smile, and I return it. This guy's smile could bring anyone to their knees. “Rosalie, right?” he asks.
“Yep, Aiden, right?”
He laughs. “Yes, that’s me.”
“So,” I say, taking a seat on the barstool. “You moonlight as a bartender?” I ask him.
He shrugs, leaning on the bar. “When I need to.”
