“BE HONEST. YOU’RE ENJOYING the heck out of this party, aren’t you?” Tiffany asks me while offering me another drink—my third since we got here.
“It’s alright,” I reply, bracing my arms on the balcony. Nathan’s parents’ mansion overlooks a gorgeous lake and the view is quite stunning from where we stand. But the tranquility clashes with the thumping of the music from downstairs. Even so, I’m enjoying myself. I’m glad Tiffany dragged me out of the house. Reuniting with old friends from high school, dancing to my favorite songs, tasting top shelf liquor for the first time... for once, I didn’t think about Sawyer. Not until now, anyway. Maybe it’s the alcohol that’s getting to me, but I’m missing him once more.
“I saw Ronald Murphy checking you out,” Tiffany says, nudging my side.
“Really?
