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“You okay?” Stassie asks, rubbing my arm gently.
I suck the tears back before they actually fall, “Oh, yeah. Yes.”
“You sure?”
I wave it off like I don’t care, “Yeah I’m used to Colson whoring around. I’m gonna go find Jackson.”
She instantly knows what I’m about to do.
“Linc, I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”
She’s right. It’s not a good idea to get Jackson involved, but if he wants to toy with me like it’s some kind of game, then I can too.
6
Colson
Lincoln looks at me from the other side of the fire and I feel my heart begin to race.
“You okay?” Brielle asks. “You’ve been weird since you picked me up.”
I can’t tell her the truth. That I can’t stop thinking about Reiss’ little sister, about how I wanted so badly to stomp my way up those deck stairs earlier and bend her over the railing.
“I’m fine,” I state. “Just tired from riding all day.”
Which isn’t exactly a lie. I am tired.
A glint of understanding appears in her eyes and she nods, walking away to grab herself a drink.
“What’s up?” Reiss says, handing me a red solo cup, but I push it back toward him.
“I’m not drinking tonight,” I state.
He steps back in shock, “Why not?”
It is out of character for me, and I’m well aware of my party boy reputation but as I stare at Lincoln, who’s currently tipping back a cup and swaying next to Stassie, I can’t drink knowing she’s drunk too. What if something happens to her? Jackson is standing too close, whispering something in her ear.
“Just not really feeling it tonight.”
He laughs, “You sick?”
“Maybe,” I sigh, watching Jackson’s hand fall to Lincoln’s hip. “You just gonna let him rub all over Lincoln like that?”
He turns his head in their direction and shrugs, “She’s smiling, and Lincoln is a big girl now, Colson. I’m not naive enough to think she’s not had sex. She’ll be eighteen next week.”
The thought alone makes me want to rip his head off. How could he be okay with that?
“He’s an ass. He sleeps with everyone,” I argue.
He raises his brow, “So do you?”
“We aren’t talking about me,” I growl. “I’m not the one about to fuck your sister.”
His brows furrow and I realize what I just said, wishing I could take it back.
“I would hope not,” he says. “Why are you freaking out right now, Colson? What is going on with you?”
“Nothing, I look out for her just like you do,” I argue. “Well, like you’re supposed to.”
