“We did not,” they argue, coming over to stand beside me and Church. The moment is gone as fast as it came, and I'm left watching as the Student Council president pulls himself together, putting on a wry look as he glances over his assorted council members. “We were crossing streams.”
“Yeah, and some droplets got on my shoes,” Spencer argues as I lift a brow. Wow. Okay, there are some aspects about going to an all-boys school that I don't miss. Constant urinal battles being one of them.
“Liar,” the twins croon, sticking their tongues out at him and crossing their arms over their chests. I stare at them, and I know technically that we're supposed to be dating, but all I feel is this arduous pull that's half guilt and half desperate, aching, want.
My eyes shift to Spencer.
“What are you two up to out here?” he asks, just as Ranger exits the bathroom, and a girl with rose-gold hair walks in, a posse of five beautiful guys behind her. Wonder if her life is as complicated as mine? I think as she gives me a small smile, and disappears into the women's bathroom. Her entourage heads into the men's restroom, and all is quiet again.
“Just chatting,” Church says, waving his hand dismissively. “Shall we continue? We're nearly there.”
“Nearly where?” I groan, clasping my hands together in a pleading position. “You have to tell me. At some point, I have to tell my dad.” I frown, but push on. “Pretty please with a cherry on top?”
“Give us a kiss, and we'll tell you,” the twins says, leaning down on either side of me. I give them each a peck on the cheek and then push them back. Spencer does not look amused, but he doesn't say anything.
“Okay, so where are we going?” I repeat, looking between the two of them. They just grin and Tobias whips off his hoodie.
“It's getting cold out there,” he says, stuffing it over my head as I thrash around and try to free myself. It's got that unique scent of theirs, that cedar and vetiver sharpness with a hint of cherry. “Also, we lied. Sorry, not sorry. Hurry up, Chuck.”
“I'm glad I didn't kiss you on the lips!” I shout as I yank the hoodie down and free my head, glaring at their retreating backs as they saunter outside, cocky and tall and muscular and sexy and full of themselves.
Dicks.
“You can, you know,” Spencer says quietly, tucking his hands into the pockets of his black jeans as Church and Ranger share a look, and then move away to give us a moment of privacy. “Kiss them, I mean.” He lifts that brilliant jewel-like gaze up to mine, and gives a half-smile that does all sorts of wonderful things to my insides. My heart starts a gymnastics routine while my stomach twirls like a ballerina. I feel both nauseous and elated, all at once. “A deal's a deal. Besides …” He steps toward me, and I tilt my head back automatically, expecting a kiss, wanting a kiss, desperate for one. “I think this thing we have could go on forever, and I don't want you wondering what could've been. I'm your first, and I want to be your last, so I need you to know you made the right choice.”
“You could never be considered a wrong choice,” I tell him, but he cuts me off with a kiss that burns so hot, I can't be bothered to resist when he pushes me back against the vending machine. Fire races through my veins, making my skin feel too tight, making me ache.
Spencer bites my lower lip and sucks it into his mouth, teasing me with a chuckle that I can feel all the way down to my bones.
“Give Tobias and Micah a shot; I'm not afraid.” He steps back from me and exhales, reaching out to touch the side of my face, his thumb tracing the trembling, aching wetness of my lower lip. “They only thing I'm afraid of is losing them, or losing you. And if they feel even a fraction of what I feel for you, then at least let's give this a try. I'd rather make some sloppy mistakes together than watch jealousy fracture us apart.”
“You're surprisingly mature for a weed-dealing asshole,” I tell him, pausing as the girl with the rose-gold hair comes out of the bathroom, pretending not to look at us with our weird sexual tension shit going on. She politely excuses herself outside.
“I'm full of surprises,” Spencer says, stepping forward again and putting his arms around me. He puts his lips to my ear. “Including one that you don't get to know until we get there.”
He pulls away with a laugh, and I flush, huffing as I follow him outside. As a punishment, I climb in the shiny black Rolls-Royce with Ranger and Church instead.
