Page 57 of Matteo
He pulled out an extra helmet.
“I’ll give you a ride.” After strapping it on my head, he swung his long muscled thighs over his bike, revved the engine, then ordered, “Hop on.”
Our dorm suite was a magnet for loud music and idiots that night.
Penelope swayed her hips to the music, seductively dancing on top of the table with Hannah. I looked around our dorm and shuddered at the thought of the mess we’d be waking up to tomorrow.
Every single glass and piece of furniture trembled with the bass and whatever the pop artist was singing about. If only any of it could keep my attention. My gaze flitted through the room for the umpteenth time, searching for a hint of that chiseled jaw and hazel eyes, but there was no sign of him.
“Come on, Arianna,” Hannah called, the overfilled cup of vodka in her hand spilling with her every move. “Don’t be a bore. Dance with us.”
Francesca and Gianna were on top of the makeshift bar, threatening to knock down our supply of liquor. Taking over asbartenders for the night, they completely missed the point that they weren’t supposed to be the ones to consume most of the liquor.
It would seem I was the only one presently sober. Even Anya was sipping her fruity cocktail, dancing seductively, her shoulder now bare from the way her shirt had slipped down. When—not if—Gabriel got wind of it, he would probably claw every man’s eyeballs out.
I debated warning the pricks that Hannah picked up from who-knew-where to avert their eyes, but I shrugged it off. They weren’t St. Jean D’Arc students and should have known better than to allow Hannah to smuggle them in for a party.
“You should dance,” Amara said between slurps. “It might loosen you up.”
Skye sat on my other side, her palm pressed against the table, feeling the vibrations of the music.
“You’ve been tense since you came back to us,”Skye remarked, signing with her free hand—the one that wasn’t clutching the stem of a wineglass.
I jumped to my feet, extending my hand. “I’ll dance if you two will.”
“The table might cave in,” Amara pointed out, but we were already climbing up.
It had been like this since our first year of college when we joined D’Arc. Some of us were extroverts while others were introverts, but we all got into—and out of—shenanigans together.
“Where’s Gabriel? He’s not going to like this.” Amara tilted her chin in Anya’s direction. She was getting too friendly with one of the visitors.
“Not sure.”
Skye scrunched her nose, then signed, “He’s probably out there getting laid. Women throw themselves all over those Legacies. I’m surprised they don’t all have STDs.”
Amara huffed. “One of these days, I’m going to get some D without anyone getting in my way.”
Skye’s eyes met mine and I shrugged.
Hannah slid into our conversation, grinning like a fool. “Who’s talking about getting some D? Because I have a way to get more than one D-I-C-K.”
I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms over my chest. “Do you want to be on everyone’s shit list?”
“You mean, on everyone’s best friend list?”
“Hannah is like a madam, pimping everyone out,” Skye signed. I pursed my lips. It wasn’t exactly a compliment for my twin.
“I think I’d be a good madam,” Hannah said passively, almost as if she was seriously considering it.
“No, you wouldn’t,” I objected. “Stick to your English major.”
Hannah ignored me, shifting her undivided attention to Penelope. “Do you want me to find you a man?”
Penelope’s lips pulled up into a Cheshire cat grin. “Can you guarantee the man won’t end up dead before I get his pants off? If so, I’m game.”
“It happened once,” I protested. Penelope cut me off by lifting two fingers in the air and I smiled comfortingly. “Okay, twice. It’s probably a freak accident.”
“I refuse to give my virginity to the fucker I have to marry,” she grumbled. We all stopped dancing and sat in a circle, ignoring the guests that were still lingering.
