POV’s Tate
As Marie and I contemplated jumping into the pool, I noticed Philip moving on to yet another drink. I’d lost count of how many he’d gone through already, but surely he was nearly at his limit.
I put a hand on Philip’s wrist. “Hey, maybe after this one wait a little,” I tried to soften the comment with a little smirk. “Don’t wanna carry you out of here.”
The smirk Philip gave me was completely wild and carefree. And totally drunk.
“You coming, Tate?” Marie asked as she got out of the hot tub.
I nodded, stepping up onto the bench and out of the water. I didn’t miss the way that Philip’s eyes completely did a once-over of my body–and for some reason, it didn’t make me uncomfortable.
I followed Marie out of the hot tub, walking towards the deep end of the pool.
“Hey, guys,”
