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It’s what drew me in.
Now, my girl’s not just eye fucking me.
She’s ready to fight for me.
Emily leans back in her chair, swirling her wine in her glass, a sloppy smile on her lips as she continues her drunk rambling. “I’m just saying,” she laughs. “You two seem cute, but from myexperience, relationships that start at parties? Pfft, they never last. It’s just… you know, you get caught up in the moment, think it’s real, but then… reality.”
Cara’s grip tightens on her glass, and I can see her jaw working, the muscles ticking as she forces herself to keep it together. Her patience is fucking impressive—if it were up to me, I’d have put Emily in her place by now.
Carved her up into another jack-o’-lantern or some other art project my girl would love, and buried her out back with Jonah.
But my girl? She's holding it all in.
Jason, who’s seated across from us, clears his throat, glancing at Emily with a raised eyebrow. “Emily… maybe lay off a little? You’re sounding a little harsh.”
“Yeah,” Amaya adds, her tone more pointed as she shoots Emily a look. “They’re happy together. Why are you trying to rain on their parade?”
Emily waves them off, laughing like she’s in on some private joke. “Oh, please. I’m just being real. I mean, someone has to be. It’s just… Come on, doesn’t it seem weird to anyone else? They met at a Halloween party, and now they’re, what, living together?”
The table falls silent for a second. Sloan, who’s been mostly quiet through all of this, leans forward, her eyes narrowing at Emily. “You know, some people actually do meet and fall in love at parties. Maybe don’t assume you know everything, Emily.”
Cara’s lips press into a tight smile, and she takes a slow sip of her wine.
God, my girl is beautiful like this—a walking, breathing fucking nightmare.
Mine.
“You should stop,” Amaya warns softly, a slight edge to her voice. “You’re clearly drunk, and you’re being rude.”
Emily, oblivious or just not caring, laughs again, louder this time, clearly enjoying herself too much to notice the tension building around the table. “Oh, come on! I’m just saying, it’s a little fast, don’t you think? It’s all fun and games now, but what happens when the party wears off?”
Cara rolls her eyes, and I feel a spark of pride at how well she’s handling this. She could tear Emily apart with just a few words, but she doesn’t. My cock twitches.
As if sensing the power my girl has over me and my cock, Emily’s hand trails down my thigh, uncomfortably close to my raging hard-on. Instantly, my cock begins to soften. Leave it to this bitch to ruin a good moment. I shove Emily’s hand from my leg with annoyance and return my attention to Cara.
My girl is in complete control, and it’s fucking hot.
“Or maybe,” I say, my voice low. “The party’s just getting started.”
Jason lets out a nervous chuckle, trying to lighten the mood. “Well, I think it’s awesome. You guys are great together. You seem like a decent dude, Rhett, and shit, if it works, it works, right?”
“Exactly,” Sloan agrees, glaring at Emily. “No need to over-analyze everything, Em. Not everyone has to meet and fall in love in the conventional way. Especially around here. I mean, it’s not like Hallow Grove has a never-ending line-up of hot guys our age. ”
“Yeah, seriously,” Amaya chimes in, shaking her head. “Let them be. You’re just bitter because you’re still single.”
Emily’s eyes narrow slightly, the drunken smile fading as she registers the pushback from everyone else. She huffs, leaning back in her chair. “Whatever. I’m just speaking my truth.”
My girl says nothing, just leans into my touch, her body still humming with tension. I rub my thumb along her thigh under the table, a silent reminder that I’m right here.
That I see her.
That she’s mine.
Emily pouts, her fingers playing with the rim of her glass, like she’s considering another move. “Well, good for you two. I guess I’m still searching for that kind of connection.”
I squeeze Cara’s thigh, enjoying the sharp intake of breath she doesn’t realize she’s making. Fuck, my girl is wound so goddamn tight, but she won’t give in.
Not yet. Her control is as razor-thin as her smile, and I’m here for every second of it. Watching her simmer just beneath the surface has my blood rushing south.
