I was sitting on the couch, waiting while Kate finished getting ready. When she finally stepped out of the bathroom, damn, my jaw almost hit the floor. She looked absolutely stunning.
I stared at her shamelessly, scanning her from head to toe.
"You're definitely not planning to sleep alone tonight,"
She laughed softly, walking over to me and holding out her hand to pull me up.
"You're one to talk."
She yanked me up effortlessly. Standing so close to her, I suddenly didn't know what to say. I knew exactly where this conversation could lead.
Instead, I handed her the car keys.
"Come on, let's go."
Kate drove us toward Skeet's place, up in the northern part of LA. Because, yeah, he was loaded too. I was scrolling through my phone and, of course, just my luck, her post popped up:
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Dina, for fuck's sake, you're supposed to be straight.
I kept telling myself that, trying to believe it. But seriously, why did this photo mess me up so badly? Not to mention that damn caption... Yeah, no drinking for me tonight.
We pulled into a pretty nice neighborhood and spotted Skeet's house right away, hard to miss with all the cars crammed into the driveway.
"He said it'd be, like, twenty people," Kate said, raising an eyebrow.
"You believed that?"
Kate parked, and we watched people streaming into the house, carrying packs of beer. I felt like I'd been transported back to being seventeen.
What the hell were we doing here?
The front door was wide open, and as soon as we stepped inside, we spotted Skeet perched on the kitchen counter. When he saw us, he hopped down immediately.
"Yo, girls! So, Kate, you managed to drag the princess along?"
"Shut up if you want me to stay," I shot back.
He laughed loudly, clutching his chest like I'd wounded him. "Your wish is my command."
He handed us each a beer, then gave us a quick tour of the house. Not that I needed it, I'd seen most of it before... including his bedroom. And his bed... But I pretended like it was all new to me.
Back in the living room, we mingled with the other guests, most of whom were still just chatting casually.
