Page 63 of When We Fall: Part Two
“Let’s enjoy the rest of the evening,” Dad said as I released my mom. “Emilio, go get yourself cleaned.”
Emilio nodded and hesitated to leave as he stared at me.
“Lorenzo—”
“Later, Emilio. I just… I need some time, OK?”
He nodded again before leaving me with my parents.
“Marissa, are you well, love?” Dad looked Mom over. She nodded, and he reached out to fluff her hair and fix her dress.
“Liar, you’re perfect,” he murmured.
I stepped away from them, letting them have some time to themselves. They likely needed to talk, and I needed to get some fucking air.
And that’s exactly what I planned to do, but I’d take a drink with me, because seriously,what the fuck?
EIGHTEEN
ROSALIE
“Where’s Enzo?” I asked Cole as I stopped in front of him. I’d spent the last hour dancing with Jamie and trying to forget about all the stuffy jerks around us.
“He went to talk to his parents.” Cole’s blue eyes skirted over my cleavage.
I gave him a bashful smile, making him smirk back at me.
“I like this dress,” he said. “I’m going to fuck you in it later.”
“Shh.” I looked around quickly, hoping no one heard him.
“White looks good on you, Rosebud. It would look better on my bedroom floor, though.”
“Cole,” I reprimanded, my face heating.
He chuckled again before he rested his hand on my lower back, his lips at my ear.
“No? Bathroom floor? I can lock the door. There’s one right down the hall. All I can think about is fucking my best friend’s girl?—”
“Easy there, Casanova,” Fox said, clapping Cole on the shoulder. “I can see your hard-on through your pants.”
“Good.” Cole grinned at him. “Biggest one in the room.”
Fox snorted at him. “You wish, Scott.”
“Wanna sword fight, Foxy? Winner gets to fuck my a?—”
I didn’t get to hear the rest of what he said because Fox dragged me to the dance floor.
“He’s a menace,” Fox said, laughing softly.
“He is, but I love him.”
“Me too.” Fox breathed out. “You look beautiful, Rosie. I can’t take my eyes off you. You’re the most beautiful woman in this place. Maybe Cole is onto something.” Fox slowly danced me to a darkened corner of the room near a ficus tree.
“What are we doing?” I whispered.
“Canoodling,” he replied, brushing his lips against my cheek. I knew the show was supposed to be that I belonged only to Enzo here, but I liked Fox doing this with me.
