Page 92 of How to Get Revenge on a Cheating Ex
“You know,” he finally says, so slowly he draws the words out. “You’re crazy hot when you get on your high horse.”
I let out a huff of laughter as relief courses through me. His tone is teasing, and it’s the good kind. The warm kind.
“I mean it.” He closes the distance between us and wraps his arms around my waist. “I could watch you give pep talks every day of the week.”
I laugh as he drops a kiss on the tip of my nose. “It’s not a pep talk, it’s the truth.” I squeeze his arms, willing him to understand. “You’re so much more than they know. And youhave more integrity in your little finger than Grayson can even imagine.”
He’s chuckling softly as he kisses the top of my head, holding me close in a hug that feels so good I sigh with contentment. “Integrity, huh?” His voice is a low murmur, and it wraps around me like a blanket.
“Yes. Integrity. And loyalty and honesty and?—”
He kisses me hard to make me stop. When he pulls back, he’s feigning confusion. “So, what you’re trying to say is...” He narrows his eyes with a frown. “You want to go to this party?”
I burst out in a laugh. “Yes. That’s what I’m saying.”
He shrugs. “Then why didn’t you just say so?”
He lets me go as I smack his shoulder, and he flashes me a smirk that I hate.
But I also kind of love it.
It’s official. Me and Zack’s smirk? We have a complicated relationship.
TWENTY-THREE
TAKE THAT, SUCKERS
Zack
This is a mistake.I know it the moment we walk out onto Macy’s back deck where the party is already well underway.
Bailey’s smile is frozen on her face when she looks up at me. It’s a valiant attempt at swagger, I’ll give her that. But watching her try to appear unaffected by the stares and the whispers makes me want to take a blowtorch to this place.
Or, even better, sweep her off her feet, off the deck, and get her right back into my car so we can do some morepracticing.
Bailey squeezes my hand. “I kinda wish Macy was old school and played vinyls because this would totally be a record-scratching moment, don’t you think?” She leans into me as she speaks, and the scent of her shampoo hits me, and?—
I’m a goner. I get this now. She might not realize it yet, but she’s got me wrapped around her little finger.
She didn’t even try, that’s the pathetic part. She just came along and did her Bailey thing.
Her smile widens as she looks up at me, amused by her own joke. “What’s with that look?”
I swallow. I have no idea what my face is doing, and there’s no way I can tell her what I’m thinking right now, so I tug her closer until her body is pressed against mine. “Should we make this an entrance they’ll never forget?”
Her eyes dance with mischief, and this is officially my new favorite look on her.
“I thought you’d never ask.” She goes up on her tiptoes and I meet her halfway, our lips coming together in a long, lingering kiss that will never get old.
She pulls back just enough to whisper against my lips. “Take that, suckers.”
To all those gawkers watching us, it no doubt looks like she’s whispering sweet nothings when she’s actually talking trash.
I start to laugh, but then she glides her lips against mine again, so soft and sweet I almost believe it’s real.
Almost.
“Okay, you two. Break it up.” Toni’s voice cuts into the moment and we pull apart.
