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All this time, I’d thought these two were only good for the fights they often got into, but apparently their bodies can move to music just as gracefully as they can to brawling.
Maybe that’s why it never looks like they’re walking, their predatory prowl a hint to just how coordinated they are in other ways.
While Damon and I dance, more of the Inferno boys waltz into the room. Sawyer and Taylor, plus Taylor’s date, Katie, followed by Mason and Milly.
Glancing at her, I notice she’s changed out of her prom dress into jeans and a simple black cami.
“Having fun yet?”
When Damon whispers against my ear, a shiver runs down my spine. Our eyes meet, and he grins exactly like Ezra. These two are so alike it’s insane. Even their mannerisms are identical.
It reminds me of what Ezra showed me at prom, and I glance down to see the faint single freckle that marks the left side of Damon’s neck.
Son of a bitch.
All this time, there was something different about them, but it’s so subtle I’m not surprised very few have noticed.
“Yes, but can I have my drink now?”
“I suppose,” he says with a dramatic eye roll that makes me laugh.
Letting me go, he grabs it from the table, but before handing it to me, he takes hold of my hand and leads me to Ezra.
Practically shoving me down onto his brother’s lap, Damon gives me the cup and winks.
“Bottoms up.” He says this as Ezra’s hand comes up to take possessive hold of my waist, both of them jumping into a debate Shane is having with Sawyer about classic muscle cars versus modern ones.
With zero interest in that topic, I sip from my drink and fight to swallow whatever it is. I assume it’s pure alcohol with a little bit of soda mixed in, the liquid burning my throat as it goes down.
Deciding not to drink too much of it, I turn to listen to the conversation, but my eyes lock with Mason’s, that glacial blue stare narrowing on mine for just a second before he looks away.
Not understanding what the hell his problem is, I relax back against Ezra’s chest and laugh when his fingers tickle my side.
An hour passes while the seven of us sit around talking and joking with each other. Every so often I catch Mason giving me a weird look, but choose to ignore it.
Ezra’s hand taps my hip after a while. “Get up. I need another beer.”
I push to my feet and expect him to walk past me, but instead he grabs my hand to tug me along with him.
It’s either that or I stay here with Mason and them, so I choose to follow Ezra out of the solarium and into the main house.
The party is blowing up at this point, the entire senior class filling the house as well as a bunch of juniors.
There are a few college students in the mix that I recognize as former seniors who were a year ahead of us.
The halls are packed once we reach the main part, and Ezra pulls me behind him, tucking me close as he navigates the crowd.
It’s not too difficult. People are more than happy to move out of the way when they see him coming, a few girls trying to get his attention as we pass before glaring at me when he ignores them.
Once we’re in the kitchen, he grabs another beer from a cooler and turns to look at me.
“You want another drink.”
My cheeks heat when I admit, “I didn’t drink the first one.”
Smiling at that, he grabs my hand again and leads me down another long hall, up a back flight of stairs to the second floor and into an empty room.
As soon as the door closes, the music and din of conversation from the party is muted, just the two of us staring at each other in comfortable silence.