Page 15 of Costume Party Crush
“What is?” I asked, turning.
“This,” Justin replied, holding up a zebra stripe shirt.
It was hideous, and I grinned, snagging it from his hands. “That’s perfect!”
“You’re kidding, right?”
I shook my head and rummaged through my cart, where I’d tossed a cheap cat mask. I held the mask to my face and draped the shirt over my shoulders. “Cat burglar?”
Justin stared, then burst into laughter. “Oh my God, that’s fantastic.”
I grinned. “It is a benefit party at a museum.”
“You’re horrible.”
“Admit it: it’s the perfect level of cheesiness.”
He shook his head. “So the skinniest of skinny jeans to show off your ass?”
I snickered. “Hell no. We’re going full-on horrible costume. Fugly trousers and…” I thought a minute, then grinned. “Flip-flops.”
Justin doubled over, arms wrapped around his middle as he laughed. “Aren’t cat burglars supposed to be sneaky?”
“Who would expect the man wearing the loudest costume he could?”
“It’s so bad it works.”
“Yep!” I agreed. “Now, let’s get you an equally garish outfit.”
“Fuck you, I’m going as a sexy whatever.”
“Then we’ll make sure your garish outfit shows off your ass.”
“Deal.” He paused and bumped my shoulder as I turned to sort through racks of clothes on his side. “Thanks for asking me to come with you.”
“Did you really think I’d go to a party without my best friend?”
“Do you really expect me to believe that you didn’t buy my ticket?”
I chuckled. “Busted. But I wanted you there with me.”
“You know I would have paid for it.”
“My invite, my responsibility to pay.”
He leaned against me with a sigh. “I might not have an alpha, but I have you, and that’s almost as good.”
“Almost?” I teased.
“Grow a knot, and you’d surpass all of them easily.”
“Asshole,” I laughed.
“That’s generally where I like my knots.”
I elbowed him in the ribs, then draped an arm over his shoulders. “You are the best friend a man could ask for.”
“Thanks, but you suck,” he laughed.
