“I am.” She nodded. “Who knows, maybe I’ll even have some fun?” Her eyes flicked to Elodie.
My brows knitted together. “Are you saying you don’t have fun with me?”
“You know what I mean.” She leaned up to kiss me, scraping her nails lightly over my jaw. Blood flowed straight to my dick and I groaned under my breath when she grabbed my hand and yanked me into the house.
“Yo, Ford, get over here.”
Music pumped out of a speaker somewhere, bodies already grinding and rubbing on each other. Griffin and Gio made a beeline for me, pulling me into a guy hug. I tried to keep hold of Felicity’s hand, but she let me go, mouthing, “I’m going to find Elodie,” who had already disappeared into the sea of people.
“Behave,” I yelled, because although we were in a house full of teammates, Felicity was still my girl.
And I really didn’t want to spend the night fighting off the vultures.
Felicity
“I think I’m drunk,” Elodie giggled, burying her face in Griffin’s shoulder.
“How many did she have?” he asked me, and I shrugged.
“About four.” As opposed to my eight, but even after double the amount of drinks, I still wasn’t as drunk as my new friend.
“Four? Holy shit, she’s—”
“Happy.” Her head snapped up. “I’m sooo happy. Let’s do more of those funky smelling shots.” She started to reach for the rest beside her six-foot two leaning post, but Griffin wrapped her into a bear hug. “Oh no you don’t, new girl.”
“I’ll have one,” I piped up.
“I think you’ve had enough,” Jason ground out.
“Oh, don’t be such a spoilsport.” I tapped his cheek. “We’re having fun.”
“Fun.” Elodie punched the air, almost falling backward but Griffin steadied her. He seemed smitten, a glint in his eye.
“You need to watch Griff,” I whispered to Jason, swaying gently. “He’s looking at El the way you look at me.”
“Oh yeah?” He dipped his head to mine, electricity crackling between us. “And how do I look at you?”
“Like you want to devour me.”
Jason smirked, stealing a chaste kiss. “You’re fun when you’re drunk.”
“Then I should probably drink more.” I shot him a saucy wink before diving for the tray of shooters.
I don’t know what came over me, but for the first time in a long time, I felt like my old self. Fun and free and not tied down by the weight of expectation and responsibility. It was ironic really, but it seemed that the quiet, shy girl
from my class had unleashed something inside me.
I downed the murky looking drink and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, enjoying the burn as it slid down my throat.
“Your girl is on form tonight, Ford.” Griffin said, his arm still wrapped around Elodie.
“Fee is the best,” she slurred. “I think I have a girl crush.”
“Okay, drunk girl.” I wrangled her off Griffin. “We are going to dance.”
“Dance?” She shrieked. “But I don’t dance.”
“Well,” I grinned, “you do now.”