Page 30 of Habits

Jeannette wouldn’t do it. She wouldn’t giggle like some hormonal middle-school girl fantasizing about the lead singer of some cheesy boy band when my lips are on her skin.

The thought comes out of nowhere, making me stop.

Where the fuck did that come from?

Jeanette Sanders is just a tease.

An off-limits tease at that.

Shaking my head to clear my mind, I return to the task at hand. My palm goes down the girl’s back until I get to her ass. Squeezing the flesh, I pull her closer. My mouth traces a path up her neck, getting ready to kiss her profoundly before I take her up to one of the guest rooms and fuck her brains out.

“Wow…” The quiet voice breaks through my haze, but not enough for me to stop doing what I’m doing. “Is that … Jeanette?”

Until I hear that one word. One name that shouldn’t mean anything, shouldn’t make a difference.

But it does.

It so fucking does.

“Yup.”

Hearing it is like a cold shower. In the blink of an eye, I disentangle myself from the startled girl, almost letting her fall on her ass as I turn around, looking for what’s got my best friend and his girl’s attention. When did Lia come anyway?

The girl finds her balance, straightens her skirt and looks around. I find Jeanette the same moment she does.

“Looks like the Ice Queen isn’t as icy as we thought after all.”

And then?

Then I see red.

Jeanette

“Why do I have to do this again?” I grumble, looking up at my twin.

His hand is pressed against my lower back, pushing me through the house as he greets his friends in passing, everybody congratulating him on the latest win.

“You promised you’d make an effort, and besides, Lia is here.”

I roll my eyes at him. “Yeah, right. With Derek all beaten and bruised?!”

“He texted there isn’t anything broken, but the doctors advised him to try and stay awake because of his concussion, so he said he’d stop by for a little while to hang with the team before Lia drives him home.”

“Sanders!” One of the guys hollers over the sound of the music. He comes closer, the two of them doing one of those man greetings with bumping fists, slapping backs and whatnot.

“Where is the rest of the team?” Max looks around, searching for the guys in familiar white hoodies with a blue wolf on it. It seems like that’s all they wear, their jerseys and hoodies.

“In the game room.” He waves his hand over his shoulder in what I know is the general direction of the game room. Friday and Saturday night parties always happen at Andrew’s house since it’s the biggest one in the whole town. There are no neighbors close by, nor any adults present, and since Max insists on bringing me along, I’ve become quite familiar with it. “Some are playing beer pong while others are trying that new game. Well, except Drew and Derek.”

That tidbit of information makes me tilt my head to the side if only the slightest bit. Not that I’ll actually ask anything, but with Max present, I don’t have to.

“Why not?”

The guy shrugs. “Drew is still in one of his moods.”

Well, that explains it. Daddy’s boy is being a prick. What’s new about that?! I want to roll my eyes, but somehow manage not to.

“You wanna join?”

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