Page 63 of Running Winter

"What is it with you and chocolate cake?" I demanded, pointing at the menu with exasperation. "There's everything else on there, and no one is forcing you to have a dessert."

"We are on vacation," Rafe argued, narrowing his eyes at the menu. "I don't like any of this shit. Best desserts in LA, my ass."

A waiter turned up to take our dessert order, and Rafe explicitly asks about the goddamn chocolate cake.

"We have the chocolate pecan pie?" offered the waiter nervously, as Rafe scowled in response.

"Don't like pecans."

"Can we grab the bill? Thanks," I interrupted, shaking my head at Rafe. His face had healed so well you could barely see the faint scar that ran across his cheek, but when he frowned at me, I noticed it more.

"What?" he demanded as I rolled my eyes.

"Nothing. So where's this party at?"

"Some frat house by the looks of it. Kegs of beer and shit, right up my alley."

"What time does it start?" I yawned, wondering if I could get some shut-eye beforehand.

Rafe made a face at me before laughing.

"When we get there, of course."

Of course.

HARDER

R A F E

Chase was fucking smashed.

When he was in this state, he was a nightmare. He slurred his words, he chatted absolute bullshit, and most of all, he would vomit.

We’d been at the party a little less than two hours, and Chase had surprised the fuck out of me by joining in all of the party games, which he usually hated.

I was hoping to get lucky, and Sydney was grinding her body against mine as she told me about a tattoo she had above her ass, which wasn't helping matters.

"I can't leave him," I grumbled as Chase tried to text on his phone, unaware the battery was dead. "Trust me; he never gets like this."

Sydney shot Chase an exasperated look before sighing. I tugged her towards me, aware that she was by far the most beautiful girl in this room.

I was not leaving without her.

"If I take him back to the hotel, you can come."

"You're confident you can make me come," Sydney teased, wrapping her arms around my neck. Then, deciding that Chase would manage alone for a few minutes, I crashed my lips against hers, my hand swiftly moving beneath her silky tank top.

No bra.

I bit her lip and she laughed throatily.

Yum.

Chase grumbled from behind me.

"My phone is broken. I need yours."

"Sorry," I whispered to Sydney, slipping my phone to Chase as he swiped at it blindly.

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