And lush thighs.
And perfect tits.
"Mostly, he wanted to watch." I pull my hand free. Pat his shoulder. "In fact, we're gonna go for round two in our hotel room."
"Yeah!" He holds up his drink. Spills even more green liquid. "Go for it." With his other hand, he pulls a card from his pocket. "Take the party bus. Just make sure to send it back here."
I look to Jules and raise a browshould we?
She nodsyeah.
I take the card. "Thanks." I go to shake his hand.
He pulls me into a hug and pats my back. "Adrian is gonna say this isn't a big deal, but it is. He's always wanted this. Make sure he enjoys it."
"Sure." I pull back.
He hugs Jules. "You're really good people."
"Um… thanks." She steps backward. Looks to me for guidance.
I shrug. It's almost sweet how much he cares about his brother's threesome. "Congrats."
He holds up his drink again. This time, without spilling. "To you too."
I slide my arm around Jules's waist and lead her toward the exit. We need to get out of here before that asshole Adrian sees us.
He's the type who wants to start a fight.
I can knock him out if it comes to that—and it will if he tries to touch Jules—but I'd rather not break my hand.
Not before Jules comes on it.
All right. I'm officially drunk. That's the only reasonable explanation for this train of thought.
Or maybe the alcohol is wearing down the walls in my brain. The ones that keep me from seeing her like this.
Maybe I'm finally seeing things as they are.
Maybe, this is exactly how I feel sober.
* * *
Jules gigglesas she stretches out on the vinyl bench. "I can't believe we have this to ourselves."
"Until Mr. Monogamy realizes we're not having a threesome with his brother," I say.
She laughs. "How long does that give us?"
"He was pretty sloshed."
"Two hours?"
"If we're lucky."
She nodsgot it,moves to the icebox, grabs a bottle of champagne. "I've never done this before." She sets the bottle between her legs. "You think that's enough?"
I arch a brow.