Forgotten Rules (Rules 4)

“Want some?” Zoey shoves the bottle into my face.

I’m about to decline but…

Then I see him.

Him and his infuriating smile, tousled, dirty-blond hair, fit body, and white unbuttoned short-sleeved shirt. Worst part is, I don’t even get a chance to appreciate how insanely hot he looks. Because there’s something wrong with his arm.

Something weird glued to his bicep.

Something.

Someone…

Callie.

Wearing an itty-bitty yellow bikini top and jean shorts, she laughs at something Will said. Her bleached-silver, curled hair—she changes hair color every month—flows down her tanned stomach, all the way to her pierced belly button. I can’t even lie. The girl looks like a supermodel.

I see Will’s eyes fall to her cleavage for a split second when she arches her back to draw attention to her gigantic tits—okay, maybe they’re not gigantic, but they’re much bigger than mine.

Yep. That’ll do it.

“Give me that.” I rip the bottle from Zoey’s hand, chugging it as she cheers me on.

Alex comes in after them, smirking as he elbows Will and shoots him a look I can hear from here: Someone’s getting pussy tonight. I know it, Alex knows it. Hell, the whole party probably knows it. They might as well get a room now.

I spot Winter behind them and wave at her. She smiles, making her way over just as Zoey notices Callie’s arrival and takes off to greet her. So, it took her a whole five minutes to ditch us. Not bad. That’s longer than last time.

“Kass, Luke’s staring at you,” Morgan sniggers ten minutes later.

She and Winter proceed to do the one thing you don’t want your friends to do in a situation like this: turn around and stare. I don’t bother seeing for myself, careful not to return Luke’s attention. I already feel crappy enough about leading him on as it is.

“He’s totally checking you out,” Winter agrees.

“He asked me out two days ago,” I admit.

“What’d you say?” my cousin asks.

“No.”

“What? Why?” Morgan is outraged. I get it. She first thought I had a thing for Will, but I never confirmed her suspicions. Then she saw me flirt with Luke, and it got her second-guessing everything. She must think I’m crazy to turn him down when I was acting so interested mere hours ago.

“Just not looking to date right now.” I choke on my lie.

I don’t think that’s true anymore.

And that’s precisely what scares me.

“I have to go to the bathroom.” Winter downs her drink and takes off.

“Oh, okay, see you lat…”

She’s already gone.

Morgan’s eyes burn with intent. Crap, she’s totally going to grill me over this whole Luke thing.

“Found ’em.” A familiar voice stops her, piercing through the deafening music, and I glance behind me to see Zoey approaching with Callie.

Great.