Prom King (Craven Cove 1)

“Hey beautiful,” I say, hugging her close and pressing my nose into her hair.

This is exactly what I needed.

“Good to see you again,” Celeste’s mother, Anna, says as she passes us and walks into the house like she’s been here before. Maybe she has.

“Ready to see the party?” I ask as I take Celeste by the hand.

“Umm, I’m thinking I might be underdressed.” Her voice is so soft it’s almost a whisper as she looks around.

Most people are in black-tie, but there are lots of women wearing all types of dresses. I shake my head. “You look amazing.” Reaching up, I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. “Come on, I want to show you around.”

She bites her bottom lip and then nods as I tug her through the gates to the lawn. The carnival theme is over the top as usual, and my dad has spared no expense. He’s even hired out a circus tent this time, and there are performers in every available spot. There’s a stage in the middle of the big top, and right now there's a Cirque Du Soleil style performance going on.

Celeste laughs after the fire breather comes by and scares her. The sound is infectious, and I find myself smiling too. She’s so happy as we get popcorn and cotton candy, then make our way through to the magician.

After we see all the main attractions, I lead her through the growing crowd and into the house.

“Where are we going?” she asks when we walk through the kitchen and see all the caterers yelling and running around.

“You’ll see.” I squeeze her hand as I take the back staircase up to the third floor.

“This place is huge.” She looks down the long hallway with the plush red carpet and paintings.

“It’s pretty good for hide and seek.” I wink at her and then show her to the door on her left. “In here.”

When I push open the door, there’s a chorus of cheers over the loud music. The senior rowers have all been partying up here in the billiards room since who knows how long. They’ve brought their dates too, and there are several couples making out in the shadows. The room is huge, with two pool tables and a long bar at the back.

“Drink?” I ask, and Celeste shakes her head only a fraction.

“There’s non-alcoholic drinks too,” I reassure her, squeezing her hand.

“Lady and gentleman, what will it be?” Jackson asks, flipping a metal shaker in his hand and mixing cocktails behind the bar.

“I’ll take a water.” I look over at Celeste and nod.

“And a cherry Coke?” She says it like a question, and Jackson nods.

“Looks like Crew won’t be the only square tonight,” Jackson teases as he passes me a bottle of water and pours Celeste her Coke. “What do you think after your first week of Craven Cove High?”

“It’s kind of outrageous.” She looks around the room as if it’s obvious.

“You’ll get used to it.” Jackson raises his shot glass in cheers and then knocks it back. “Enjoy the festivities.”

“You don’t usually drink?” Celeste asks as we walk over to the bookshelves off to the side.

“Nah, I never really liked the taste of it.” I shrug, and she smiles.

“Me too. My mom let me try wine when I was fourteen, and I’m still not over the smell of it.”

We stand there for a long time talking and listening to music as the people in the room keep on drinking and dancing. A few of the guys are playing pool, and there’s another couple on the balcony burning a joint, but I don’t pay them any attention. The only thing I’ve got eyes for tonight is my girl.

“So I’m just going to ask,” Celeste says, as if finding courage and using it for the first time. “Do you just want to be friends? I mean, you haven’t you kissed me since the first time, and I don’t know if I was bad or—”

“You think I’m not interested?” I place my water bottle down on the table beside us and put her drink next to it. “You think that I don’t want to kiss you anymore?” I move so that her back is against the bookshelves, and I put my hands on either side of her, caging her in. “Do you have any idea how hard it is to control myself around you?”

She swallows hard, and I see her cheeks turn pink. “Um, I don’t know.”

Leaning close, I brush my nose against her cheek all the way to her ear. I let my lips graze against the shell of it before whispering to her, “It’s all I can do to keep my hands off of you.” I swallow and let out a breath. “Like right now, for example. I’d love to get down on my knees, lift that pretty little dress, and find out just how wet you are.”