Page 108 of Revolve
I squeeze her back. “Happy birthday, Sunny.”
“Do you like it?” She beams proudly. The party is extravagant, nothing we’ve done before. She’s brought in a whole stage, speakers, tables, everything. It’s a lot, and she deserves it; I’m just not so sure that I do.
“Yeah, I love it,” I say anyway.
She watches me carefully, but she smiles like she’s got some secret. “By the way, there’s probably more seltzer than actual alcohol. I wanted this to be a sober event, but your frat brothers clearly had other ideas.” She gestures to the kegs lining the wall.
I laugh. “I appreciate the effort.”
She tilts her head as she looks at my costume. “You’re … Magic Mike?”
“Ghostface.” I show her the mask I left on the table.
She appraises my costume again. “I’m pretty sure he was wearing a shirt in the movies.”
“I think it’d be a shame to hide all this.” I run a hand over my abs. “My knife—”
“Don’t you dare make a dick joke,” she warns. “I’m surprised you didn’t go all out this year.”
I shrug. Throughout the years, I’ve been the one adamant we all dress up. It’s always a fun time, but I couldn’t bring myself to care this year. I just want this day to be over.
“Well, I have a feeling this’ll be your best birthday yet.” She beams like she knows something I don’t. When she hears her favorite song, she rushes to the dance floor again, and Aiden’s gaze follows her, a lazy smile on his lips.
Man, he is sickly in love with her. It’s sweet.
Sweet?I take a swig of my seltzer. I never thought seeing my friends in happy relationships would make me yearn for it. To have someone to do all of it with. I’ve been so caught up in going through the motions, I didn’t realize how deeply Sierra’s settled into my chest. And I don’t want her to leave. If anything, I want her closer. More permanent.
I am so fucked.
I turn back to Aiden, shaking the thought. “It’s my birthday too. What do I get?”
“You used your wish on the Snow White costume.”
“That was last year. You probably got Summer something.”
Aiden raises a brow. “Why? Are you vying for the present I’m giving her?”
“Nah, I don’t think your dick would make a very memorable gift.”
He rolls his eyes. “What do you want?”
“You are awfully snippy lately. I think your girlfriend is rubbing off on you.” He gives me the finger.
I’m laughing when my skin lights with an innate awareness when the front door opens, and more people enter. My gaze catches on a girl by the drinks table, her back to me, but I know that body. I’ve mapped every inch of it, tasted even more, dreamed about her in less. She’s got on a black corset top, her matching skirt shorter than anything I’ve seen her in, and stockings. I put my mask on and gravitate toward her like a magnet.
My hands find the curve of her waist, and she stiffens until I pull her to me, her back flush against my front. “Didn’t think you’d show,” I whisper, pressing my lips to her ear.
I watch the swell of her breasts lift with a sharp inhale. She smells maddening, and I hate that we’re not alone.
“Why not?” Sierra says, voice muffled under her mask, barely audible over music drowning the house.
“Can’t seem to pin you down. I might need to use rope next time.”
She spins in my arms, pulling off her Ghostface mask, then doing the same to mine. Sierra raises a brow like she’s annoyed. “What if I was another girl?”
Finally,finally, green eyes are on me. “You’re not.”
“You couldn’t have known that.”
