Page 61 of Bad Crush
She hums. “Definitely, but now you have to get out of my bed.”
“Kicking me out?”
“Only for a few hours.” She gets up and pulls on a shirt and panties. “Will I see you later?”
“I don’t know. It’ll probably be late when we get home.” Rarely does a guys’ night end early, and if Rhett really is having a hard time, we’ll go harder to try to cheer him up. Booze is the cure for heartbreak.
“I hope he’s okay.”
“He’ll be fine. He’s better off.”
She starts gathering her school stuff up to study, so I guess it’s time for me to leave. Maybe I am in a love bubble because I don’t want to go anywhere.
I get dressed and send a text to Heath to let him know I’m running five minutes late. That gives me four more minutes to kiss Reagan.
“Have fun.” She squirms out of my hold when Heath and Mav get tired of waiting and bust into the apartment. They’re calling my name and threatening to come in and get me. They would too.
Reagan stands on her toes to kiss me once more and then opens her bedroom door. “Try to stay out of trouble.”
“I’ll be good.” I wink. At least until I see her later.
* * *
Instead of goingto our usual spot, The Hideout, we venture to the Prickly Pear. It’s a quieter bar a little farther away from campus.
We get a pitcher of beer and Rhett orders a round of shots. Captain Morgan—his favorite.
“Are the girls coming?” Rhett asks.
“Nope,” Heath says. “Just us tonight.”
“Ginny and Reagan aren’t coming?” Rhett stares at me with a confused expression as the server brings our liquor. “What’s the occasion?”
“No occasion. Just having a guys’ night for a change.”
We each grab a shot glass.
“Is this because of Carrie?” He holds his shot near his lips. “Am I on a fucking pity hang?”
“Take your damn shot. No, it’s not a pity hang.” I give him my most convincing face. Fuck, he figured that out way too fast.
He tosses his drink back, and the rest of us do the same.
“I’m gonna cue up some good tunes.” Maverick pushes back his chair. “Any requests?”
Rhett and I shake our heads.
“I better supervise so he doesn’t pick thirty songs by Christina Aguilera and get us kicked out like that time last year.” Heath stands to follow him.
“Good call.” I chuckle and tip my beer to him in appreciation.
It’s just Rhett and me, and I study him a little closer. Aside from those first few days where he drank too much, I haven’t really noticed any major differences in him since he broke up with Carrie, but I have been a little preoccupied.
“Have you talked to her?” I ask. No reason to beat around the bush.
“Nope.” He takes a long swig of beer, draining his glass.
He pours another as I stare down into my full drink.
