"I can't believe you talked me into this," I mutter as we walk up to Marcus's house, music already thumping through the walls.
"You need to get out more," Zeke says, his hand warm on my lower back. "Besides, Marcus has been asking when we're going to actually show up to one of his parties."
"That's because the last three times we said we'd come, we ended up-"
"I know what we ended up doing." His voice drops, and I feel heat creep up my neck. "But tonight we're being social. Normal college students at a normal party."
"Right. Normal." I glance at him, taking in the way his dark jeans hug his thighs, the casual button-up that somehow makes him look both relaxed and devastatingly attractive. "You're not making this easy."
"Making what easy?"
"Being normal." I stop on the porch, turning
