Page 229 of Entangled

Some lands on my dress in a damp, pungent splash—but at this point, what does it matter?

“Show me your kind of dancing then.”

Lucky slides his hands up Jasper’s chest, and my perfect rhythm falters as I stare.

And Jennifer’s next hip bump sends me flying.

I collide into them with a squeal. We’re a human knot. A tangle of limbs and scorching hot skin—and far too many clothes.

“Oh hello,” I say brightly, my head swimming.

Swimming quite a lot, actually.

I’ve only had three or five drinks.

“Hello, beautiful girl,” Jasper purrs, and I feel the shuddering vibration through my whole body. He shifts to put his arm around me, so I’m more included in the cuddle.

It’s hot—very, very hot—in the cuddle.

“You’re beautiful,” I tell him, very seriously. It seems important that he knows that.

“He really is, isn’t he?” Lucky sighs, looking at him with pretty, dazed blue eyes.

Jasper regards us both with an affectionate smile that makes me feel far more wobbly than the booze does. I glance at Lucky, at the dimple that winks from his cheek, and I lean over and kiss it. He freezes in surprise for a second, then laughs and drags his mouth around so he’s kissing me.

His mouth tastes like vodka and mint leaves, and I enjoy it for a long, delicious moment before he’s pulled away and Jasper kisses him.

Jasper’s grip is firm on Lucky’s cheeks and Lucky shivers. I stare at the join of their mouths and spot a hint of their tongues. Lucky’s hands move down Jasper’s chest, and my eyes drop to follow them, fascinated.

My heart pounds a reckless rhythm. Right now, I don’t feel jealous at all.

I just want to see more.

I rest my hand against Jasper’s chest for balance as I peer down at his belt, and he tenses—and grasps Lucky’s hands before they find their target.

Lucky and I both sigh in disappointment.

Jasper pulls back, and his lips glisten. I lean in, desperate to find out what his mouth tastes like, too. It seems only fair to go around the circle.

But Jasper backs up, wrenching free of our huddle.

“You’ve been drinking.” He wipes his mouth, but his fingers linger on his lips, red from Lucky’s kisses. His eyes glitter like obsidian as he looks between us. “Enough of that. We can continue to dance—that’s all.”

Lucky tugs me into his side, and I look up as his smile turns sly and a little too big. “All I want is to dance, oh terrifying lord and master.” He leans down to whisper to me, “Eden, how good are you at twerking?”

I’m saved from answering by a loud screech behind me.

“Eden!”

A tornado of red and blue hair slams into my side, dousing me with the scent of boozy figs, and my glasses slip down my nose.

It takes me a moment to realize that it’s Heather hugging me, a dark, long-necked bottle in one hand.

I pat her arm awkwardly, laughing. “Hello! Are you done monitoring?”

She makes a face. “Finally. Aaron took ages to relieve me. Come dance with me—Ava and the others are on the other side.”

I already danced with Ava and the others. Ethel was the one who showed me my hip-popping move. I want to keep flirting with Jasper and Lucky.

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