Page 65 of Forgotten Rules (Rules 4)

Just great.

The one time Zoey decides not to ditch us, she has to invite Will’s fuck buddy to tag along.

“What did I miss?” Zoey extends one arm around my neck for a hug. Her tequila bottle, which was full a second ago, is now almost empty. How?

“Hey, girls.” Callie smiles, revealing white, aligned teeth.

Damn it, she seems nice.

Harmless, even.

It’s not her fault. Don’t be a bitch, Kass.

I knock some sense into myself and smile back.

“Hey, where’s your boy?” Zoey asks Callie, who briefly scans the crowd and shrugs.

“Don’t know. Lost him somewhere around the beer pong table.” She takes a sip out of a red cup.

“So… is he your boyfriend?” Morgan asks bluntly.

I glare at her, the plotting grin tugging at her lips giving her away. She’s obviously asking for me.

“Oh, no.” Callie shakes her head. “We’re just… you know.”

I grab Zoey’s booze bottle out of her hands for a second sip.

“Or at least, we were.”

My eyes drift back to her.

“It lasted for a while, but… he stopped talking to me a few weeks ago. Don’t know why. He won’t even answer my texts.”

The pressure in my chest decreases by a thousand.

“I thought maybe he’d found someone new, but then… he invited me here tonight, so that’s got to count for something, right?” she says, a painfully clear shred of hope flashing in her eyes.

Shit, I might’ve overreacted a bit.

“Do you want to date him?” Morgan glimpses at me from the corner of her eye. She’s enjoying this way too much.

“I wish.” Callie chews on her bottom lip, trapped in hot, sweaty Will memories I’m sure. “I mean, who wouldn’t? Those eyes. That smile.” She inches forward as if to tell us a secret, “And between us girls, he’s a fucking god in bed. His dick is huge and a bit curved, so it hits all the right sp—”

Okayyy, I’m not nearly drunk enough for this.

Telling Morgan I’m going to grab another drink, I edge my way through the crowd faster than Callie started oversharing. I can’t believe it. Now I get to hear about how good Will is in the sack, too?

Not cool, life.

Sucking in a breath, I reach for a beer in the stacked cooler on the kitchen table.

“I didn’t take you for a beer girl.”

Speaking of the devil.

I turn to find Will staring at me, a hint of a smirk on his face. I drink him in. His cut body, his right hand tucked in his pocket, his left clenching a Jell-O shot. It’s a no-brainer—he looks like my next mistake.

One I’ve been waiting my whole life to make.