Page 61 of Freshmeet
“Of course,” I muttered.
Fucking frat boy.
As much as I liked the guy and enjoyed hooking up with him, I wasn’t sure if he was worth the trouble.
Finishing my beer, I put it in the inner tube’s drink holder and started to pull myself back to the dock. Halfway there, Jamie grabbed the rope and dragged me in. His lean muscles flexed with each move, drawing the attention of every girl in the water.
“Need a hand?” he asked, already reaching for me.
“Yes,” I said, embarrassed by how breathy I sounded.
No freshman should be so hot.
He leaned down and easily lifted me out of the tube. Gently setting me down, his big, calloused hands rested on my hips. “There you go,” he said, his hazel eyes sparkling as he squinted against the sun.
Reaching up, I slid his sunglasses from his light brown hair and covered his eyes. “Thanks,” I said with a wink, stepping out of his hold and around him.
No hooking up with a freshman.
I kept my back straight and walked at a normal pace away from Jamie despite his gaze following me. At the end of the dock, Blake, the president of my sorority, was sunbathing with a few of my other sisters.
“Hailey, are you going to need a ride home later?” She peered at me over her designer shades. The girl was richer than God. Her mom was the headmistress at an all-girls prep school, and her father ran the largest tech company in the Midwest.
I glanced at my shitfaced driver and sighed. “I’ll let you know.”
She pushed her sunglasses up her nose and nodded, lying back on her lounge chair. “Okay.”
Embarrassed that my uptight sorority sister felt the need to check in on me, I grabbed a bottle of water from a cooler, then stomped over to Carter. “Drink this,” I ordered, shoving the water into his hand.
“Thanks,” he slurred. Twisting the cap off, he chugged the whole bottle. “It’s hot.”
“Mm-hmm.” I helped him off the picnic table and took him into the shade where we’d set up some camping chairs. “Why don’t I get you something to eat?”
He nodded, struggling to keep his eyes open.
Perfect. He’s going to pass out.
I checked the tables and realized Carter must have left our cooler in the car.
“Hey Jamie, think you could help me out?”
Once the sun set, the guys built a giant fire.
Jamie had proven to be one helpful puppy. He’d carried our cooler from the car to the picnic table, moved my chairs without being asked to, and fetched me drinks before my cup was empty.
Fireflies flitted around, and the sound of cicadas acted as the perfect backdrop to the drunken chatter.
“Hey,” Carter sheepishly said, rubbing his eyes. “Oh shit, it’s dark.”
“That’s what happens when you pass out and sleep all afternoon.” I took a drink of my beer, shifting in my chair away from him.
He chuckled and ran his fingers through his dirty blond hair. “That’s embarrassing.”
I side-eyed him but didn’t say anything.
“You want a hot dog or something?” He stood, looking over at the grill.
“I ate. Jamie made sure of it.”
