Page 200 of Sin With Me

But I can feel his need seeping through his messages when he sends them. Even if he doesn’t say it explicitly, I know he misses me as much as I miss him.

Guilt claws at my insides. I’ve crossed so many lines with Roman while Isaac’s been away. He never put a label on our relationship, but I know we’re exclusive enough for me to not be allowed to ride another guy’s face.

“Ms. Evie?”

I blink, reality slamming down around me. Giving Clover a tight smile, I open my mouth to say something. Before I can get a word out, the door opens and my attention moves to it.

A stupid part of me almost expects to see Roman, or maybe Isaac, even though he’s not supposed to be home for a few more days. But when Kevin stands there instead, I deflate.

Clover’s eyes widen, and she shuffles closer to me. I rest my hand on her shoulder, trying to calm her. She gets anxious being around strangers. Even if she knows who Kevin is and sees him at church, she has no real interactions with him. He’s still a stranger to her, and I jump to my feet, moving between them.

He bounces on the balls of his feet, his face excited as he wipes his sweaty forehead with the back of his hand. “You didn’t tell me there was a party tonight,” he says, a gentle chiding not in his voice. I open my mouth to ask him what he’s talking about, but he continues. “Do you wanna be my date?”

I blink at him. “What party are you talking about?” I can’t hide the irritation in my voice, but I don’t think he notices.

“The party at your house.” Pressing his index finger to his glasses, he shoves them up his nose, a lopsided grin splitting his face. “Anyway, about the date—”

“My house?” I jolt forward a step, but stop myself from going any closer. Glancing over my shoulder at Clover, I find her eyes even wider than before, her face pale.

“Oh, it’s huge! There are so many people there. It looks like a lot of fun.”

Taking a deep breath, I pinch between my eyes. Roman. Freaking Roman is throwing a party at the house, without telling me. Not that my objections would’ve made him rethink anything.

Shit. Isaac’s going to kill me when he finds out.

Kevin’s body bobs up and down, like he can’t contain his excitement. “Well?”

“What?” I breathe, my annoyance spiking further.

“My date?” He looks at me expectantly, and I grit my teeth together.

“What are you even doing here?” I ask, shaking my head, trying to figure out what the fuck to do. Go and break it up? Or stay here and pretend like I’m oblivious to it happening?

“I was there but couldn’t find you, and Roman said you were here, so I ran over—”

I stop listening to him babble and glance down at Clover. She’s still looking nervous, but there’s a gleam in her eye, one I recognize.

Freedom.

“Anyway,” he huffs out a laugh, pulling my attention. “About the date—”

“Not tonight.” Turning back toward Clover, I ignore his sputtering and grab her arm. “Come with me, please.”

Reluctantly, she gets to her feet and follows as I push past Kevin and through the church. Her hand wraps tightly around mine when we get outside, letting the moon guide me home. Not that I’d fucking need it with the amount of lights, cars, and music coming from the house.

Isaac is really, really going to kill me.

Did Roman even think about Isaac before he decided to do this? I snort to myself. Probably. It’s probably one of the reasons he decided to. And upsetting me was just the cherry on top of it all.

I all but drag her, forcing her to move faster than her short legs can, and bound up the porch steps. The door is already open, welcoming us to a bustling house full of strangers.

Music blares, the walls rattling with the bass. I scan the sea of people, looking for one big, tattooed asshole. Instead of finding him, I spot my best friend dancing, a bottle in her hand as she laughs with her older brother.

Keeping a firm hold of Clover’s wrist, I pull her with me through the crowd, aiming for Oli and Chase. She sees me first, throwing her head back and letting out a high-pitched cry.

“About time you got here!” she shouts over the music, her face bright as she takes a long swig of the alcohol.

“Hey, Eve,” Chase says, never letting his eyes linger on me for too long. I narrow mine at him, ignoring the way he’s shifting, like he’s ready to bolt.

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