Page 16 of Lucky Hit

Adam’s hugs are the best hugs. I rest my head against his chest and wrap my arms around his waist with a quick squeeze.

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An hour, five shots of tequila, and two rounds of beer pong later, we've managed to move out to the massive backyard.

Matthew and Morgan are lying together on a hammock strung from a large oak tree while Adam and I sit beside the house, arguing whether or not pineapple should be allowed on pizza. Adam scrunches up his nose and gags dramatically.

I nod my head fervently. "You can't honestly tell me that fruit belongs on pizza? With meat?" I scoff, "Tomatoes will forever be the only exception."

"That's because tomatoes go on everything, gorgeous," he snorts, leaning back on his hands and tilting his head.

"You don't always have to be right, you know?"

"What's the fun in being wrong?" he throws back, a smug grin growing on his lips.

My smile grows as I shake my head. "Always the smartass."

Adam doesn't respond; he's too busy glaring at something over my shoulder instead. I turn to look at whatever triggered his drastic mood-change and feel my face flush.

I trail my eyes up two very long legs and grin up at Oakley's chiselled features. A plain navy-blue t-shirt hugs his chest, leaving almost no muscle to the imagination. I stare, mouth hanging open rather unflatteringly.

I hear Adam mumble something about going to talk to one of his friends, the sharp tone of his voice taking me by surprise. When I turn around again to say goodbye, he's already halfway across the yard.

I shake it off and shift my attention back to Oakley as he stares intently down at me. I know I'm wearing a huge grin as I push myself off the damp grass and throw my arms around his neck.

If I didn't have an ample amount of alcohol in my system, there would be no way in hell I would jump on a guy that I barely know. Thankfully though, he responds almost immediately and wraps me in his arms. He holds me there against him before I can pull away and hide from overwhelming embarrassment. I step away from him after a few seconds and grin broadly.

"You came. I was starting to worry you stood me up."

"Wouldn't dream of it. I got a call from my sister on the way here. I just had to take care of some stuff."

"Is she okay? Nothing bad I hope."

He shakes his head and grabs my hand, surprising me. "She has a new boyfriend. Surprise, surprise, as soon as I'm not there to scare the kid. I called my buddy to check him out for me."

I burst out laughing at his overprotectiveness. "Brothers."

"What? It's our job," he shrugs with a grin.

"Alright, let's save this conversation for a later time. Come dance with me, hotshot," I demand.

"Yes, ma'am."

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