Page 54 of Comeback
“There you two are!” Brogan says as he and London join us.
Brogan plops down next to me and flings an arm around my shoulders, snapping me out of the thoughts of kissing his best friend.
“Hey,” I say, blinking him into focus. He has a tipsy smile and flushed cheeks. Brogan squeezes me into his chest before letting go and sitting back.
“What have you two been up to?” he asks, then looks from me to Archer. His gaze travels to Walker and he gives us a quizzical look that I think begs the question, why the fuck are you sitting around with this guy?
“Not much.” Archer looks way less affected than I feel. My skin is on fire and my stomach continues to flip as he appears all cool and collected. I’m pretty sure he’s into me. Either that or I imagined the chemistry crackling between us a few moments ago. But I can’t gauge whether he wants to act on it.
London is still standing, but Brogan leans forward to wrap an arm around her waist and pull her down onto his lap. She squeals but falls into him with a smile.
“Not much?” Brogan asks. “It’s a party, dude.”
He shakes his head then turns to me. “I’m sorry I left you with this guy. I told you he was in a slump.”
“We’re playing Truth or Drink,” I say.
“Wow, it’s been forever since I played that,” London says, excitement sparking in her eyes.
“Well, let’s do it somewhere else,” Brogan suggests.
Yes, please.
Brogan and London stand, but before I can do the same, Archer leans closer to me.
I’m frozen as I wait for his next move. Our faces are inches apart and I can smell the beer on his breath and the cologne that still lingers on his skin.
“If you picked me, I’d consider myself the luckiest guy at this party,” he whispers. A shiver works its way down my spine and his words take a moment to register. By the time they do, he’s standing.
“I need another drink. Anyone else?” Archer asks.
Brogan shakes his head. London too.
“We’ll see if we can find seats on the patio,” Brogan says as Archer starts for the house.
He can’t say something like that and just leave.
“I’ll come with you,” I say quickly and stand on shaky legs.
My face is on fire as I follow Archer. As soon as we reach the steps, I latch on to his arm so I don’t lose him. My heart is thumping rapidly. Neither of us speaks as he leads me inside and even as we pass by the kitchen.
There’s a hallway on either side of the massive living area. To the left, women are standing along the wall outside what I assume is a bathroom. Archer leads me to the right. The noise from the party fades with every step farther down the hall until he pulls me into a dark room at the end.
My eyes don’t have long to adjust. I spot a shelf with sneakers, but then Archer’s hands frame my face and nothing else seems important enough to look anywhere but at him.
He doesn’t kiss me yet, though his gaze drops to my lips. “Are you sure you want this?”
“Positive,” I whisper and nod just in case he couldn’t hear it over the pounding of my heart.
He takes my hand and places it on his left bicep. “If you want me to stop, squeeze twice.”
My brows tug together in confusion.
“In case you say it and I don’t hear you.”
It’s such an oddly sweet thing to be concerned with. Especially considering I’m ready to strip down and do some hot tub role-play.
“Sabrina?” The way he says my name makes goosebumps dot my arms.
