Feeling a little smug, I banded my arm around her waist and tucked Sofia into my chest, dropping my chin to her shoulder.

She turned to me and kissed me, surprising the fuck out of me.

And Poppy apparently.

“Oh my God, you guys are the cutest,” she shrieked.

“Pops,” Sofia murmured. “We’re trying to be low-key.”

“Too late for that,” Aaron called from across the room. Disapproval glittered in his eyes, but I didn’t let it deter me.

Sofia had made her choice and I wasn’t about to throw it in her face just because her brother was pissed.

“Babe, don’t be a dick,” Poppy chided.

“How was your date?”

“Perfect.” Sofia glanced at me again, all dreamy-eyed.

“Of course it was,” he grumbled, draining his beer. “You want a drink?”

“I’m driving,” I said.

“Leave your car. We can share an Uber home.”

“It’s fine,” Sofia said. “We came to enjoy ourselves, right?”

“None for you, Sis. Not after Pittsburgh.”

“Asshole.”

“Says the girl who puked her guts up in the bushes outside Jordan Handell’s frat house.”

“Aaron!” Poppy elbowed him in the ribs. “Ignore him. Come on, let’s get you a drink.” She grabbed Sofia’s hand and led her away from me.

“I swear to God, babe. Get my sister drunk and I’m withholding the D.”

“The D? Wow,” I snorted.

“Oh, fuck off.” He threw me a harsh look. “Your friend-banter privileges have been rescinded.”

“Yo, Kandon.” Deacon called out before he and Dylan sauntered over to us. “Is it true you’re banging Bennet’s sister?”

“Not the time or place, dude,” I said, fighting a smile. Because while I didn’t want Aaron to hate me anymore than he already did, it was kind of funny.

“Fuck off, Faris. Any guy would be lucky to be with my sister.”

“Shit, Aaron, I didn’t mean—”

“Go enjoy the party,” I said, motioning for them to give us some space.

Aaron walked over to the counter and grabbed me a beer from the cooler and handed it to me.

“Thanks.”

“So how did it go tonight?” He looked past me to where the girls were at the island making their drinks.

“You really want to talk about this?”