My nose wrinkles in disgust, before what he said registers with me. “Wait, what? You banged the same girl? Who?” I can’t think of a single girl on campus Hawk would willingly go near, except, maybe...no. Surely not.
“Fuck me,” Mason groans, glowering at Hawk. “Tell me you didn't.”
My mouth drops open and I gape at Hawk. “You both fucked Emilia?!”
Hawk buries his head in his hands, mumbling curses under his breath as Wilder bobs his head like a puppy looking a treat.
“Dude, why the fuck would you do that?” West snorts, trying and failing miserably to keep a straight face when Hawk scowls at him.
“Hadley’s going to skin you alive when she finds out.” I chuckle. Damn, I need some popcorn and a comfy seat for that show.
“Oh, she already knows,” Wilder states casually. “She ran into Emilia and I the next morning.”
If it’s possible, my mouth drops open even further. Fuck, I bet that was awkward as fuck.
Hawk groans into his hands, obviously not having realized that little tidbit.
“Emilia?” I’m still struggling to wrap my head around the whole thing. “But, why? Out of all the girls on campus, you had to fuck Hadley’s best friend?”
“I don’t know,” Hawk groans.
“Does it mean anything?” Beck asks, leaning forward in his seat, his gaze bouncing between Hawk and Wilder.
“God, no.” Hawk’s quick response and vehement ‘no’ has my eyebrows rising in surprise. “It was just sex. I can’t go near any other girl at Pac without them expecting a fucking ring at the end of the year...and Emilia was just there.”
I kinda get what he’s saying, but still...Emilia? He’s such a fucking idiot for crossing that line. I’m beyond shocked Hadley hasn’t handed him his ass for it.
“What about you?” Beck asks, jerking his head at Wilder, who just shrugs.
“Dunno yet.”
Jeez, what a response. I can hardly restrain my eye roll.
We drop the subject after that. I’d well believe, to Hawk, it was just a one-night stand, although, with Wilder? Fuck, never thought I’d see the day he’d be down for sharing a girl, let alone with a dude he hardly knows. He must have been drunk off his ass at the time.
“What are your plans after graduation?” I ask Wilder instead.
He gives another one of those infuriating shrugs. “Haven’t decided yet. Thought I’d hang around here for a bit.”
Well, that’s vague, but then, I guess so are our post-graduation plans.
We drink and chat for the rest of the afternoon, until we have to get ready for the dance.
“Don’t we clean up well,” Wilder preens, checking himself out in the mirror as he fixes his canary yellow bow-tie, that matches his yellow sneakers. Along with his black suit, he looks like some sort of deformed wasp. “Come on, pussy brother, let’s go check out the Pac sluts one last time.”
“Don’t call me that,” Hawk grumbles, but he follows him out of the apartment nonetheless, leaving me alone with West and Mason. Beck had to leave earlier as he offered to supervise the dance tonight—basically he just wants to torture himself all night by watching us grind all over Hadley.
Checking my outfit in the mirror one final time, I turn to the others. “We ready to go get our girl, and give her the best dance of her life?”
Chapter 28
Emilia left a couple of minutes ago, and I’m smoothing out the creases on my forest-green dress when there’s a knock at the door. Giving myself a final once-over, I move in my kitten heels to answer it, the skirt of my dress flaring out and swishing around my thighs.
Pulling open the door, I couldn’t keep the grin off my face even if I tried, as I run my gaze over the three handsome men, all dressed up in suits, standing in the doorway—my men. My stomach is a bundle of nerves and excitement. The last dance I attended was a disaster, and I want tonight to go better, so we can all end the year on a high.
My skin heats as each of them roam their eyes over my outfit. “Wow, Firefly, you’re stunning,” West praises, stepping forward to plant a kiss on my lips.
“Absolutely gorgeous,” Mason murmurs, when West steps aside, staking his claim with a heated kiss of his own. I melt under the softness in his sky-blue eyes, and a blush forms on my cheeks as Cam shoves him out of the way so he can stand in front of me, a dirty smirk curling his lips and a wicked glint in his eyes. Before he even opens his mouth, I know whatever he’s going to say would be inappropriate, so I shut him up with a dirty kiss, that I have to break off before we both get carried away and don’t make it to the dance at all. I’m all for stripping each of them out of their suits, and spending the night licking every part of them, but Emilia will never let me live it down if I miss out on tonight.
Pulling away from Cam, I look up at each of my guys. “Should we go?” No one misses the breathiness of my tone, but thankfully they overlook it.
“Oh, hold on,” Cam says, digging in his suit pocket. “I wanna get a photo of all of us.”
Pulling out his phone, he puts it on selfie mode, and lifts his arm as we all huddle in for a photo. I’m grinning at the camera like a loon, with a blush still coating my cheeks, and Cam is making some stupid face. West looks stoic as ever, and Mason is looking at me instead of the camera. When I turn to ask him about it, he captures my lips with his, his hand resting possessively on my neck as he kisses all the sense out of me. I’m nothing but a puddle of hormones when he pulls away, whispering against my lips, “I love you, Little Warrior.”
I can see the sheer honesty in his eyes, his words warming me from the inside out as I murmur my response, “I love you, Mason Hayes.”
Cam ushers all of us out of the room, and we can hear the music and sounds of partying coming from the dining hall as soon as we step out of the dorm and make our way over.
The hall is packed with what looks like every student enrolled at Pac squished into the hall. Unlike last time, with the exception of a drinks table set up along the far one, the rest of the room is basically one giant dance floor, which is already packed with students dancing with one another and in large groups. I spotted tables and chairs set up under a string of fairy lights on the lawn outside the hall, the fairer weather enabling students to go outside if they wanted to sit or get some fresh air.
I’m looking around for Emilia, when my gaze meets Beck’s on the other side of the room, his lips quirking up in a barely-there smile of acknowledgement that he sees me. His gaze drops, taking in what he can see of my outfit—which is basically just the way it pushes my boobs together and makes them look pretty damn good—and I can see the flare of heat in his eyes all the way over here, before a teacher nudges his shoulder, gaining his attention as he breaks eye contact with me.
I continue my search of the room for Emilia, and spotting me, she comes bounding toward me.
“Come dance.” Without waiting for a response, she grabs my hand and drags me into the crowd, toward where Wilder is being his usual brand of insane with some weird-ass dance moves. He grins when he spots me.