I was normally able to stomach (with much queasiness of course) their PDA, but knowing Garrett was standing so close, I felt stiff and awkward. I’m sure it had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that he had seen me naked not so long ago. Or the fact that my friend was practically dry humping his leg as she clung to him.
“Please stay! It will be so much more fun with you here!” Gracie pleaded, hugging Garrett’s arm. Garrett’s face was impassive and even in the dim light, I could tell his eyes were bloodshot and puffy. His blatant drug use disgusted me. And I was even more disgusted with myself for sleeping with someone who had such a disregard for himself.
Garrett glanced at me and he smiled. It was a small grin but it magically transformed his face and made my heart pound just a little bit harder. And all thoughts of disgust and shame were drowned by a more concerning emotion known as lust.
“You girls seem like you’re doing fine without us. Far be it from me to mess with your good time,” Garrett stated, his eyes roaming over my body in an intimately familiar way that had me flushing in equal parts indignation and frustrating desire. Clearly my body was ready to have a repeat performance whether my head was on board or not.
“Come on, just for a little while,” Gracie begged, turning to Mitch who lit up at her attention. Huh, how had I not seen that before? Mitch stepped toward Gracie but then his face fell when she turned back to Garrett, who had yet to look away from me.
I refused to acknowledge Garrett and instead noticed the way Mitch looked like a boy who had just heard that Christmas had been cancelled. He realized I was watching him and shrugged as if Gracie’s rejection didn’t matter.
“No, we’ve got to get Cole home. He’s ready to pass out already,” Jordan said, kissing Maysie again.
“I think Cole’s found his second wind,” I commented, pointing across the room to where Vivian and Cole were making out in the corner. Cole’s hand was up her dress and she was pushing against him, leaving very little doubt as to what Cole was doing inside her panties.
“God, they’re ridiculous,” Maysie breathed out in annoyance and I nodded.
“I don’t know, they look like they’re having a good time,” Garrett drawled, giving me a wicked grin that I resolutely, 100% ignored. Yeah, I caught the innuendo; I just refused to acknowledge it.
“I want to dance! Come on everyone!” Gracie squealed, grabbing Maysie’s hand as she ran passed, heading toward the staircase. Jordan and Mitch followed them but I stayed behind. I leaned over the railing and smirked as I watched my friends bump and grind to the horrible music. Gracie draped her arms around some guy’s neck while Mitch tried not to look bothered by it. Jordan and Maysie were practically screwing on the dance floor.
My eyes drifted over the dancers until they stopped on something I’d rather not see. Damien, in all of his preppy glory, standing against the wall. But he wasn’t alone. Hell no. The jerk was with Jaz, who was pressed against him as if she could crawl up inside him like a gerbil.
From this distance I couldn’t see his expression, but Jaz’s writhing on his thigh left little to the imagination. I thought I’d feel devastated. Horrified. Wrecked.
But in truth I just felt angry. Humiliated and disappointed. And those feelings had more to do with my own pride than watching my ex clearly hooking up with a girl I couldn’t stand.
“Is that your ex?”
I jumped, forgetting that Garrett still stood beside me.
I turned around and leaned against the metal railing, resting my elbows beside me. “That’s him in the ‘I’m a Jackass’ outfit down there,” I answered, sounding a little annoyed but nothing else.
Garrett leaned beside me, his shirt unbuttoned and billowed open to reveal his chest. Seriously had this guy never been taught how to wear his clothing properly?
“He’s an idiot,” he said shortly and with zero emotion.
I frowned at him, not understanding him at all. “Huh?” I asked, confused.