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“Have an amazing night, Grinch, and I’ll taste you soon in the new year.”
Damn that hockey god.
The party is in full swing when we arrive at the Gamma house. I’m surprised so many students are still on campus, but Kennedy explains that upperclassmen tend to stay in town during breaks if they live a plane ride away and only freshmen go home. I take a deep breath as we exit the car and try psyching myself up.
You’re not doing anything wrong.
It’s just a college party, Violet.
Enjoy yourself.
He’s probably having a blast wherever he is.
“Ready to go fuck ‘em, girl?” Kennedy smiles, grabbing my hand as we walk through the front door and I smile.
“Yep, let’s do this.”
violet
It’sthe last night of the year and I’m barely standing upright as I listen to a guy I met only twenty-five minutes ago explain to me the systemic problems with the college exam system.
“What’s your name again?” I ask, my thoughts slowly becoming muddled. I should be home in bed because I’m clearly exhausted, but I promised Kennedy I’d hang.
“Blake,” he replies with an aloof smile. “I’m a new pledgee of the house.”
“Right, Blake.”
While he seems nice and I appreciate his attempt at a cerebral conversation with me tonight, I wish we weren’t having it in the middle of a frat house during New Year’s Eve. There are way too many competing sounds and sights in here for me to follow this conversation effectively. We should be dancing instead. Yeah, I feel like dancing.
“You want to dance?” I ask him.
“Sure,” he smiles broadly, leading me eagerly to the middle of the floor where everyone’s celebrating that the ball has dropped and we’re already in a new year.
Blake’s hands are around my waist as I swing my hips to the bass heavy beat of the song that’s on. I see a blurry silver reflection of me in my dress in a mirror across the room and instantly I laugh. I look like a freaking gorgeous disco ball.
I’m hot!
“Do you want me to top off your drink?” he asks, taking a few steps closer to me, noticing that my cup is only half full.
“No, she doesn’t,” a dark voice with dangerous intent interrupts. “And take your fucking hands off of her.”
Neo approaches in all his bad ass splendor, his right hand holding a small bottle of Gatorade and his left one clenched in a loose fist. He’s dressed in dark jeans that fit him like a glove, a graphic tee with the Valencia Suns logo on it, and a black leather jacket. Out of all the places he could be on this night, in this city, I cannot believe that he’s in this one.
“What are you doing here?” I ask, unable to stop myself from blinking, happy to see him.
Blake straightens his spine clearly in an attempt to make his five foot whatever inch frame taller than Neo’s obvious six foot four one, but it doesn’t matter. Even if Neo was only my height of five foot four inches, there’s an energy he possesses which makes him always appear larger than everyone in the room. It’s that big dick energy of his that works to his advantage when he plays hockey, intimidating his opponents just by being…larger than life.
The beautiful asshole doesn’t even bother to respond to my very appropriate question, but instead simply hands me his Gatorade.
“Drink it,” he orders.
I press my hand on his, pushing his offer away, but the skin to skin contact ignites something fiery in my core. A reminder of the need he’s able to create in me just by a single touch.
“I don’t want to drink that,” I say in a sharp tone that’s uncharacteristically rude for me.
Neo drags his eyes completely down my body, examining every inch of my dress with a look of either appreciation or disgust. I’m never sure with him. Then his judgmental gaze returns to my eyes, holding my unsteady sea legs in place.
“I don’t care what you want, Violet. Drink it before I pour it down your throat.”
