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There had to be at least fifty people in various stages of intoxication milling about on the lawn in front of the house. Cameron led her by the hand around the side to the backyard, which was just as crowded. A bonfire blazed from a pit in the center. Kegs of beer were stationed along the back fence. Music blasted from an upstairs deck. People danced with red Solo cups on a concrete slab that was an extension of the patio.
Cameron waved to a group of guys standing over by the kegs. “You want a beer?”
“No, thanks.” She scrunched her nose. “I can’t stand the way it tastes.”
He chuckled. “C’mon, there’s a batch of jungle juice in the kitchen.” And with his arm around her waist, Cameron led her inside.
It was blue and it smelled like nail-polish remover. He took a sip first, grimaced, and took the cup she held out of her hand. “Er, no, don’t drink that.”
That was a relief. She really didn’t want to, and not because Kelly warned her against it, but because after smelling it she thought it had to be even more vile than beer. Cameron rummaged through a cooler of ice that leaked onto the tile floor and pulled out a can of White Claw and a bottle of beer. He popped the tab and handed her the hard seltzer. Grapefruit.
Yum. This is more like it.
“Thank you.”
Cameron took her by the hand and they went into the living room. More people dancing—though it looked like they were fucking upright with clothes on. There was a couple on a club chair in the corner that she would have sworn actually were. The girl’s dress rode up her ass as she bounced on some guy’s dick for everyone to see.
Oh my god, they are! What the actual fuck?
She looked up at Cam and he shrugged. They went back into the kitchen where he loaded up a box with more seltzer and beer. “Sorry about that.” He hefted the box onto his shoulder and took her hand. “Let’s get out of here.”
They went through a door off the kitchen and up a set of stairs. He didn’t stop at the second floor, though. Cameron opened a door to a narrow enclosed staircase and closed it again behind her. At the top was a small attic bedroom tucked beneath the eaves of the pitched roof. Exposed brick and wood framing. In front of the bed a panel of glass sloped down from the roof to join with the window. The night sky twinkled above and she could see the downtown lights through the branches of the trees in the backyard.
“Wow! This is so cool!” Her head tipped back as she gazed up at the moon through the glass. “Is this your room?”
“Yeah. No one will bother us up here.”
Katie could feel him standing right behind her. “Football players got it pretty good, huh?” She turned around to face him.
He proffered a cute smirk. “Beats living in the dorms, I guess.” Then he lugged the box over to the mini-fridge and stocked it with the beer and hard seltzer from the kitchen. “Freshman year I shared a room downstairs with three other guys.”
“How’d you get this one?”
He grinned, looking up at her from his haunches. “I made first string and whipped some quarterback ass in a deadlift competition—five hundred pounds, baby! So this room is all mine until graduation.”
“When’s that?”
He stood and placed a fresh cold can of seltzer in her hand. “May.”
“You’re a senior?” Why didn’t she know that?
“Yeah.” He sat down on the bed and patted the space beside him.
Katie sat down. “What are you doing in my algebra class?”
“I put it off.” He shrugged.
“And I just wanted to get it out of the way.” She giggled.
“What’s your major?”
“No idea,” she admitted. “What’s your plan?”
“Law school.”
That surprised her. “Not football?”
“Going pro is just a fantasy for most of us.” He tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. “Maybe two percent of college players make it to the draft, so yeah, law school.”
