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“Why the fuck are we here? I thought we were headed to your place!” Jon bites at Jensen.

We all roll out of the limo, and immediately the doormen usher us inside before security escorts our group to the VIP area on the second floor of Club Heat. Felicity shoots a wary glance at me as we walk down the lowly lit hallway. In front of us, Luna tightens her grip on Zach’s arm. She hates these kinds of places.

I can’t say I’m enamored. They’re crawling with womenand menlooking to hook up with each other. If that’s their bag, then fine. But it’s not my scene.

I could answer Jon’s question—he brought us here so he can hook up.

“I didn’t want to spend my hangover day cleaning up my apartment,” Jensen shouts over the beating music.

“You have a cleaner!” Jon shouts back. “You know I hate this place.”

“Too many skeletons live here.” Felicity leans into me as we walk hand in hand into the seating area complete with a private bar and plush black couches.

“Mmmm-hmmm,” I respond. Jon’s playboy days were largely spent here post-games; I doubt he wanted to be here tonight. “He’s being a selfish wanker.”

Felicity barks out a laugh as we take a tentative seat on one of the couches. “There’s that British influence, again,” she responds in her broad English accent.

“What was that?” Jensen comes to stand in front of me. Dressed in a crisp white shirt rolled up to his elbows, black dress pants that sit above his ankles, and loafers, I can’t deny he looks delicious. His dress sense has always been impeccable. He never takes his eyes off me as he runs a hand through his glossy, almost black hair. He’s every bit my type.

Every. Single. Bit.

Apart from the asshole factor.

I clear my throat and hold his gaze with determination. “I said, you’re a selfish wanker.” I cast a hand around the room at Jessie, Felicity, Jon, and Zach, who’s got Luna protectively pinned to his side on the opposite couch. “No one wants to be here. Apart from you.”

He shifts uncomfortably and looks across at his best friend, Jessie, for support. In response, he shoves his hands in his pockets and twists his lips to the side. “I mean, I don’t mind. I’m up for a party.”

Jensen steels his shoulders. “And I’m up for getting wrecked.” He looks between his former and new captain. “For old times’ sake.”

“Fine,” Jon replies. “But no girls.”

Surprise,fucking surprise, there are girls.

And they’re all over Jensen. Not that he’s protesting; he invited the brunette onto his lap, and that’s where she’s been for the past ten minutes.

Which feels like ten hours.

She’s young, pretty, and they’ve been talking nonstop. I think that’s the worst part of having to witness this—the way they bounce off one another. But mainly, the way he hasn’t looked at me once. If I wasn’t sitting in public, I’d slap myself across the face to break me from my trance. Ineverget this way over a guy. I didn’t get this way over a nice guy like Tom. But oh no, I go and get all antsy over a dickhead like Jensen Jones.

“Come down to the main bar with me.” I’ve been so phased out that I don’t notice Luna standing next to me while I sit, twisting the straps of my purse around in my hands.

“Huh?”

“Come down with me. Get away from him,” she clarifies softly, holding out her hand.

“Away from who? I’m fine,” I reply.

She cocks her head to the side and eyes me softly. “I don’t believe you.”

I scoff. “Babe, I love you, but you’ve got this all wrong. He...” I glance over at Jensen. "Doesnot affectme.”

“So coming down for a drink with me shouldn’t be an issue. Should it?”

I look across for my other best friend, but she’s busy sitting on Jon’s lap at the bar.

More laughter from the brunette has me looking their way once more, and I hate the way my stomach drops at the sight. Curling his hand around the nape of her neck, he pulls her head closer to whisper in her ear. My body betrays me again as goosebumps break out over my arms. The way she must feel right now.

Luna whips my bag from my grasp. “Come. Now.”