Page 107 of The Odds of Happily Ever After
luna
Chloe
I CAN’T BELIEVE IT
Professor Hottie is mystery man?!
Kriz
You mean Gabe. Right, Lulu?
Chloe
Get that birthday D. Then tell all tom
He came. Not just that, but he stayed.
Nothing in my life had surprised me more than when I glanced at our booth and found Gabe talking to Chloe. Those dark curls and broad shoulders almost had me tripping over my own feet because I would have known it was him anywhere. It took everything in me not to run to him and kiss him on the spot, but Kai touched my arm and the reality of where we were and who I was with crashed back into my consciousness.
As it was, I rushed over to Gabe with Kai trailing behind me, and I knew that anyone who saw my face then would have known I was gone over this man.
Shifting in the passenger seat, I watched shadows dance across his face as he drove. He seemed more intimidating and stern—the brooding stranger standing in a corner of the club as he waited for me. He’d refused to stay in the booth, which I knew was his way of trying to maintain some form of propriety.
A distant part of me felt guilty for putting him in that position, but I couldn’t deny that it made my entire day. My whole year, even.
“You didn’t have to stay,” I murmured.
He glanced at me. “I couldn’t leave.”
My stomach flipped, and it had nothing to do with the alcohol and everything to do with his words. He was making it hard for me not to launch myself at him—and with every passing second, my resolve weakened. “I’m glad you came,” I told him.
His gaze moved to me again and dropped to my thigh. He made a sound deep in his throat and focused back on the road. “Your skirt.”
I looked down. With my left leg partially on the seat, the hem of my dress stretched high across my thighs, but it covered everything it needed to. “What about it?”
“You’re almost flashing me.”
The alcohol combined with the adrenaline caused by his presence heightened my senses. I shifted as I grew aware of the empty ache between my legs. “And? We’re friends, right?”
A muscle in his jaw ticked. “Is that what you do with your friends?”
“Just the ones I’m attracted to.” My thighs pressed together as heat flooded my core, and my breath hitched at the friction it created.
“Luna.” Gabe’s hand clenched around the steering wheel, the muscles on his forearm flexing.
Visions of his arms braced on either side of me as he straddled me on a bed flashed in my head. I didn’t get myself off often, but when I did, it was always Gabe I pictured with me. The only guy I wouldn’t say no to.
What would he say if I admitted that to him? Would he be horrified, or would he be turned on?
Gabe cleared his throat. “What about Kai?”
There seemed to be a lag between my ears and my brain. “Kai?”
“The boy you were dancing with.”
His voice was tight, and I wondered if I read the undercurrent correctly. “Are youjealous?”
“Yes.”
