Page 78 of Would You Rather
I shake my head, unable to take my eyes off her. “Look at her,” I tell him. “Just fucking look at her, man.”
“I know.”
I narrow my eyes at him. “But not too much.”
He laughs, tilting his head to look at me. “You do know I’m gay, right?”
I smirk. “Yeah. Right around the time you told me you had a crush on me.”
He laughs, closing his eyes and letting out a groan of discomfort. “Hey, you were the only guy I hung out with back then. Give a guy a break.” He shakes his head and turns to look at Madeline. “But yeah, I know. She’s beautiful.”
That word doesn’t even begin to describe her. “And every guy here is eating her up.” Including me. She turns her head, looking around, until her eyes meet mine, and her plump, red lips turn in a smile. My chest caves in at the sight.
“There is no way in hell she isn’t into you,” James says. “Have you seen how she looks at you?”
She’s a good actress, I tell myself. But today didn’t feel like acting. It felt real. At least it was for me.
“Here,” he says, and I look down to see him holding up a piece of gold foil, and my eyes widen.
“What the fuck?” I ask him, snatching up the condom before anyone sees.
He laughs. “With the way you’re looking at each other? You’re going to need it.”
My eyes narrow. “Why did you have this?” I ask him.
He sips his drink, a smirk on his lips. “Because this has been a long time coming. And I’m a good wingman.”
I shake my head, letting out a laugh, but when I look back at Madeline, she’s no longer looking at me, and my stomach drops. I want her eyes on me again. I want those big brown eyes looking for me, at me. I want… her. I pour back the rest of my drink and place the empty glass back on the bar. “I’m going for it.”
“Fuck yeah,” my best friend calls out behind me as I beeline toward her, ignoring every single person who tries to come up to me and talk.
I’m so close, I can hear her laugh, and my jaw clenches when I remember it’s for some other fucking guy. “Would you like to dance?” he asks her.
I don’t even give her time to think. I swoop in between them and grab her hand, pulling her close to me. “Actually, this is my date,” I tell whoever this guy is.
His eyes widen. “Oh shit. My bad,” he says. “Nice to see you again, Lucas.” He smiles at Madeline once again and then walks off.
When he’s finally out of my line of sight, I turn to face the only girl in here that I want to be with right now. “Who was that?” I ask her.
Her hand is still in mine as I pull her onto the dancefloor. “He’s a soccer player from Madrid. He was just telling me about how he bid on a vacation,” she says, with a smirk, mischief twinkling in her eyes. “For two.”
I narrow my eyes at her. “And he thinks he can steal my date?”
She smirks and it socks me in the chest. “I’m your date, huh?” she asks.
I lift an eyebrow. “Do you see me with any other girl here?”
She shakes her head, smiling even wider.
“Then you have your answer.” I tug on her hand, loving the little gasp that comes out of her when our bodies are pressed together. “You want to dance?” I ask her, my eyes drifting to those dark, berry-red lips of hers.
She places her free hand on my shoulder, and I drift my hand to her lower back, absolutely relishing in how she’s letting me touch her.
Necessary or not, this is, without a doubt, the happiest I’ve ever been.
“You know how to dance?” she asks, sounding surprised.
“I’ve been to quite a few of these things.”
