Page 25 of Broken Hearts
“Do you want to dance?”
I shake my head. “No, I think I’m good.”
I don’t think I can live up to the threesome he had going earlier.
“Okay, uh, drink?”
I’m still carrying a mostly full cup of beer, but I nod.
We walk side by side. His arm brushes against mine, and neither of us pulls away. Now that I’ve found him, I have no idea what to say.
At the keg, he takes my cup, looks at how full it is, and laughs. “Do you actually want another beer?”
“I’m not much of a drinker.”
He tops it off and takes a sip of it.
“I’m gonna level with you.” He runs a hand through his messy hair. “I’m really drunk.”
I can’t help but laugh as he disarms me with a cocky grin.
“I didn’t think you were coming, and I decided to say fuck it.” He shakes his head. “Not fuck you, justit. You know girls, dating, life?”
“You realizeI’ma girl, right?”
He closes one eye and pulls his bottom lip behind his teeth for a second. “I really suck at this. Like epic-levels of suckage.” He waves his arm around dramatically, and the beer in his cup sloshes onto me, soaking the front of my dress.
It’s cold. Really cold. I shriek and jump back. “Okay, well, this has been fun.”
“Fuck. I’m sorry. Come on.” Rhett takes over, gripping me by the arm and walking fast toward the house. He commands people out of the way, leading me inside and cutting to the front of the line for the bathroom. The door opens, and three girls stumble out.
“Excuse us.”
Drunk, bossy Rhett is hot. Almost hot enough to ignore the stench of beer now coating my dress.
The next girl in line smiles at him. Her hand goes to her hair, and she curls a finger around a long, brunette strand. “No problem. Need any company?”
“Wha—” He fumbles, clearly trying to piece together why he’d need company in the bathroom. Before he can, I charge ahead. The beer is dripping down the front of me. Even my panties are wet.
To my surprise, he follows me in and shuts the door.
I find a towel, hope it isn’t too used, and blot the front of my dress. Or Josie’s dress.
“What can I do to help?”
I’m not making a lot of progress. With a sigh, I drop the towel to the vanity. “It’ll dry.”
A shiver wracks my body. The air conditioning vent in the bathroom has kept this small room cold, which probably feels nice if you aren’t soaked.
“Here. Take my shirt.” He pulls it over his head without a second thought and holds it out to me.
I stare. Not at the white ball of cotton in his hand, but at his chest. My mouth goes dry.
“Are you freaking kidding me?”
“Uhh…” His gaze drops from me to the shirt, back to me. “It’s clean. I promise.”
“You can’t walk around like that.” I fling a hand toward his abs. All eight of them.
