And what burrowed up your anal cavity and rotted?” “Nooo, he got an ass-kicking because he kissed a beautiful girl without thinking about the consequences. “Brett got his ass kicked because of me!” “What the hell do you have to feel guilty for?” I don’t need shit from you.”īecause I was sure to get enough of that from Gideon …Ĭary scowled. “It’s bad enough I got guilted into going! You thought it’d be funny for me to attend that concert without knowing who I’d see there. “Shut up!” I scrubbed at one eye with a makeup remover towelette. He agreed we’d go as friends, but I think the concept needs to be drummed into him, just to be safe. I want you there because I think you’ll have fun and I don’t want to lead Brett on. Not that we were ever really together to begin with, so stop worrying about that. “I’m not getting back together with him, Cary. I looked at his reflection in the mirror. “As a chaperone? Don’t you trust yourself?” “Eva-” he began, in that low warning tone parents save for bratty children. “He’s coming back to New York for the debut of a music video for ‘Golden.’ He asked me to go with him.” Kicking off my shoes, I headed to the bathroom to wash off what was left of my makeup. And no, he wasn’t the guy from last night.” “I talked to Brett today,” I said as casually as possible, trying not to make a big deal out of it. When Cary was on to something, he wouldn’t let it go. “I saw you kissing Trey in the kitchen this morning.” “It’s not like that.” I forced myself to hold Cary’s gaze, knowing that if I didn’t, he’d never believe me. “You haven’t had a random screw in a long time.” “Should I be worried?” he asked quietly, studying my face as he handed my sports bra back to me. He lives near here and I ran into him after class. “And you just up and decided to bring him home and fuck his brains out all night? I thought you went to your Krav Maga class.” His smile fading, Cary stepped into the room and shut the door behind him. I bit my lip, not wanting to lie to the one person who always gave it to me straight, even when it hurt. “More like Cross blew your circuits during one of his sexathons. “What does that mean? That I don’t have sex radar?”
“Is that thanks to whoever was knocking boots with you last night?”Ĭlosing the drawer with my hip, I shot back, “Seriously? I can’t hear you in your room. “Better.” His green eyes glittered wickedly.