My brother’s taillights disappear down the street and I’m three drinks deep on Maddox’s couch wearing a sundress with nothing under it but a thong,
surrounded by four of Jake’s best friends who I’ve been fantasizing about since I was eighteen.
Maddox. Cole. Reid. Ty. Jake said “watch her, don’t let her drink too much” and Maddox said “she’s safe with us, bro.” We’re both idiots.
The touching starts so gradually I almost miss it. Maddox’s thigh pressed against mine. Reid on my other side, hand on my bare thigh drawing lazy circles.
Cole’s palm on my knee a beat too long. Maddox’s fingers brushing the back of my neck.
Across the room Ty watches from the armchair with dark quiet eyes and every time I catch him looking my cheeks flush and I take another drink to cover it.
Reid suggests t
