Page 39 of Best In Class
“Stella, not tellin’ the world about this.”
They all ignore me.
Rose’s eyebrows rise. “When?”
“Ah…a decade or so ago.” Stella picks up her mojito and takes a small sip.
“And you’re still pissed off about it?” Rose asks, confused.
“Yes,” I quip. “Integrity is important.”
“Inevercheat,” Devon chimes in.
“You’renevermonogamous,” Rose retorts.
“Exactly,” he retorts triumphantly. “That’s why I never cheat.”
Rose rolls her eyes and mutters, “Men.”
I glance over at Dom again. He’s deep in conversation with Lev, running a hand through his hair, that stupid half-smile tugging at his mouth—the one that makes something in me ache with wanting.
I hate that smile.
I hate that I still want to kiss it off his face.
“I need to walk,” I mumble and stand.
“Try not to fall in love,” Nova calls after me.
“Or the pool,” Rose warns.
I flip them all off without turning around.
I go for a stroll by the river, and when I come back, Dom’s standing by the edge of the pool now, barefoot, drink in hand, talking to Raphael and Lev.
His shirt is now unbuttoned.What the fuck? Why would he do that?Probably thinking of getting into the pool in swim trunks.
Oh boy!
I remind myself to breathe like a regular person.
He turns and spots me. His smile fades into something softer.
Mine.
“Hey,” he says, stepping toward me, leaving Raphael and Lev. “You look like you want to throw someone in the pool. Should I be worried?”
I cross my arms. “Maybe. Depends on how smug you plan on being.”
He chuckles. “I was aiming for just smug enough.”
There’s a beat of silence—not quite a high-noon standoff, but just awkward enough to make me wish I had a drink so I had something to do with my hands instead of wondering how his abs felt.
“You’ve been avoiding me, Moonbeam.”
I swallow.Six pack?Lord!
“Is it because we kissed or becauseyoukissedme?”
