Page 49 of Scoring the Player
“Drink?” I tip my head toward the keg.
“Definitely,” she says, tearing her gaze away from the kissing booth. Her cheeks are flushed.
As more people arrive, the main attraction loses some of its focus. A game of beer pong starts up, then the dance area starts to fill with people. Dahlia and I walk over to where some of the guys are hanging out. From our position, we can’t make out much of the kissing booth, but occasionally, there are hoots and hollers, indicating someone is really going at it up there.
We’re standing in a circle with my buddies, she’s leaning into me and I’m holding her hand. I can’t resist running my thumb along her delicate fingers. It’s such an innocent touch, but nothing I do with her feels harmless.
She’s wearing another dress tonight—this one a light purple that hugs her curves and dips low in the front. I’d bet money that it’s another item out of Jane’s closet. It doesn’t seem like something Dahlia would have picked out. Don’t get me wrong, she’s still wearing the shit out of it.
She seems more at ease the more time we spend together. A week or two ago and she never would have leaned against me so casually. I have a perfect view down the front of her dress and I’m struggling to be a gentleman.
I’m not paying attention to the conversation, but when everyone starts laughing, I snap out of it. Dahlia looks up at me. Somewhere along the way, she stopped being as shy about making eye contact, too. I like having her attention.
Her sweet smile is a drug. Holding my gaze, she sweeps her hair off her shoulder. The movement pushes out her tits and one strap of her dress falls.
I have a theory. She’s trying to kill me.
I lean down and press a soft kiss just above her collarbone. Her skin dots with goosebumps. I tell myself I’m doing it to sell the fake girlfriend thing, but as badly as I want to keep going, I know that isn’t completely true.
When Lucas gets back from his slot at the kissing booth, he’s all smiles. “Did you guys see the line of girls for me?”
“I expected everyone to scatter, if I’m being honest,” Brogan says. “But I guess there’s no limit to what people will do for charity.”
“Pshha.” Lucas side-eyes him. “I’m sexy as hell and kiss like a dream. Ask any one of them.”
The guys and I all laugh.
“I’m serious,” Lucas protests.
“Sure, man,” Brogan says. “Whatever you say.”
Lucas looks to me for help. “Tell them.”
“How would I know?” I ask, still chuckling.
The laughter from our buddies gets louder.
“We live together. You’ve seen me with girls. Or rather, heard. We share a wall. You must have heard.” He nods his head like this is proof that he’s an amazing kisser.
“Dude, I have not been listening to you have sex through the walls.”
His jaw drops. “I hear you all the time. Or I used to.”
“Well, this got super weird.” Archer chuckles.
“I can’t believe you won’t vouch for me.” Lucas crosses his arms over his chest and looks between me and Dahlia. “Well, let’s see how it’s done then. Show me how the legendary Felix Walters does it.”
“What?”
“Kiss her. Let’s see how it’s done.”
Immediately, Dahlia’s face takes on a pretty pink blush.
“Fuck you. We’re not making out so you can watch.”
“When has that ever stopped you?” Lucas scoffs.
He’s not dropping this.
