Page 19 of Twisted Fate

“Don’t sneak off like that, okay? You know we hate it,” he asked, the anger vanishing from his handsome face as concern took over.

“I just wanted a line. You know I can hardly tolerate him,” I mumbled, making him raise an eyebrow and smirk.

“So, you just had one line, huh?”

“Nope.”

“Come dance with me,” he murmured, tugging me off the sink to kiss me, forgetting all about the conversation.

I nodded, stashing the rest of the cocaine in the cupboard before taking his hand and letting him lead me back downstairs to the party.

He pulled me against his front as we reached the makeshift dance floor and buried his face in my neck, his voice loud enough for only me to hear.

“Are Jense and Lukas banging? Like, do they mess around when you guys are all together?”

I frowned.

It wasn’t really our business.

“Does it matter?”

“No.”

“They haven’t fucked that I know of, but I know something’s going on. Why do you want to know?” I asked tensely, ready to defend them if I needed to, but his thumbs stroked my hips as he placed a kiss on my forehead.

“I just want to know because they’re my best friends, that’s all.”

“I’m going to talk to Lukas about what’s going on in his head when I have the chance, but you need to realize that if he doesn’t want me telling anyone, I can’t break that trust.”

“We don’t keep secrets, Rory,” he replied with a small sigh of irritation, annoyance rolling through me.

“No, we don’t, but this is different. If it was you going through shit, you’d be pissed if we all talked about you behind your back.”

He grumbled but nodded in understanding, making me smile.

I was suddenly boxed in as a solid body pressed against my back, Caden smirking as he moved back a step.

“I’ll leave you guys to it.”

He walked off and I turned, Lukas raising a curious eyebrow as his eyes met mine.

“What’s up with you two having a deep and meaningful in the middle of the dance floor? Oh look, you’re fucking high. Again.”

“Can we talk?” I asked straight out, his body instantly tensing against me.

“Why? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong, I just want to talk.”

He nodded, despite appearing worried still, putting an arm around me and leading me into the other room, closing the door to block out some noise.

I sat on the table and pulled him between my legs.

There wasn’t any point delaying the inevitable.

“Do you have a thing for Jense?”

His whole body stiffened as his face twisted into an uncomfortable scowl, just like I knew it would.