Page 47 of The Revenge You Seek
"Told you so," she mouths to me, a large pair of hands land on my hips before his arms wrap around my middle as his front presses against my back.
"Hey," I say, looking back at him. "How much have you had to drink?" I ask when his eyes struggle to focus on mine.
"We had a bet, I lost. Shots." He winces.
"What was the bet?"
"Can't, babe." He lifts his hand to his lips and zips them closed before twisting and throwing away the key.
"Bro code, got it." I laugh.
"Man, you're so perfect, Let. You always just get it." He plants a sloppy kiss on my cheek and squeezes me tighter.
"Okay, you really are drunk."
"Come meet the guys."
"Uh… sure."
He releases me and takes my hand instead, dragging me away from a smug-looking Ella and through the throngs of people partying in his house.
"This place is incredible," I say when we emerge onto the back deck where there are huge couches—all full with football players presumably—surrounding a large firepit.
"Boys, this is my girl right here," he announces loudly, making me cringe and for my face to burn hot. "Letty, meet my boys."
The majority just nod at me in greeting. A few of their eyes take a leisurely trip around my body. I want to curl into Luca's side to hide but the heat in their eyes means I hold my head high and let them get their fill, knowing that they'll probably end up with a black eye when Luca notices.
"Evan, eyes on her fucking face, man." The guy in question immediately locks eyes with me and I instantly recognize him from sociology this morning. He wasn't hard to spot with his little crowd of jersey chasers vying for his attention while the rest of us were just trying to get through the door. "Do I need to say it again? Letty. Is. Off. Limits."
"Even to me?" Leon says, coming to a stop on my other side and pulling me out of Luca's hold.
"Girl, you're going to need to watch your back around campus with these two claiming you as theirs. The girls are going to have their claws out," Colt, the guy I was introduced to in my first American lit class with these two pipes up.
"I know how to handle myself around your admirers."
Luca snorts a laugh, probably remembering the couple of fights I might have ended up in with the cheersluts of Rosewood High.
"Don't underestimate her." Luca drops down onto one of the empty couches. "Sit, babe."
Tugging at the short hem of my dress so I don't flash every guy here a shot of my panties, I step from Leon's hold but before he lets me go, he drops his lip to my ear.
"You look stunning, Let. Save a dance for me later, eh?"
"Always." I smile at him before dropping down beside Luca who immediately places his large, burning hot hand on my thigh.
Leon's eyes stare at his possessive hold for a beat before he sits on the other side of me.
"So, golden boy here tells us you were at Columbia." I wince waiting for the standard questions but I'm relieved when they never come. I've no idea if that's because these guys don't care about my reason for leaving New York, or they've been warned not to pry, whatever it is, I'm grateful. "Their team is shit, no wonder you came back to be part of a winning one."
"Hell yeah," one of the guys bark, holding his bottle in the air for a few of them to tap.
I fall into easy conversation with the twin's friends, and I smile to myself as I realize that it's just like high school all over again. Me with all the boys. Every girl who walks past and gets shunned by the guys sends a scathing look my way, but I just smile sweetly. Not my issue that they want me here and not them. I'm sure the night is young and all these guys will be looking for some action soon enough.
The drinks flow nicely, delivered by the freshmen members of the team—including my little brother—who grins at me when he passes me a fresh cup.
"Having fun?" he asks, not missing where Luca's hand is planted still on my thigh.
"Yeah, I'm not these guys little bitch tonight."
