Page 27 of Never Stop

“Yeah, but she gave me you.” I kissed her forehead.

She looked up at me and laughed. “I know what you’re doing.”

I smirked. “What am I doing?”

“You want in my pants.”

“I always want in your pants.”

She sighed. “Yeah, but I’m too tired. I shouldn’t have gone out last night. My body isn’t ready.”

“But you had fun, right?”

“I did, even when I saw Jared.”

My body went rigid. “What?”

She frowned. “We ran into him last night. It was no big deal.” She waved her hand, dismissing the topic.

“No big deal?” I asked, my voice rising out of anger. “I thought you didn’t remember last night?”

“This wasbeforewe got drunk. I ran into him, and he saw my ring,” she held up her left hand, “and he seemed jealous. I asked him about the tramp, and you know what he said?”

My pulse was racing, and my blood was boiling. I stood as I shook my head in response.

“That they broke up—”

“Not helping.”

She groaned. “That they broke up becauseshecheated onhim. Bailee and I laughed in his face, and he left. I don’t remember seeing him after that.”

“You don’t remember?”

Brooke stood, reaching for my hands. “I told you that I got drunk. Bailee and I were drinking and dancing. Nothing happened.”

“But you don’t remember,” I stated, sarcasm dripping from my words.

“Babe, IknowJared. We hurt his ego last night, and I’m certain he left after that. I remember dancing for a long time and not seeing him. The end of the night is what’s fuzzy.”

We stared at each other in silence. I trusted her one-hundred percent. I didn’t trust Jared, though.

“Nothing happened,” she repeated. “I promise. Now, go take a shower, and I’ll lie down until you’re ready to go. That way when we get home tonight, we can…you know.”

I smiled tightly, still mad about Jared. “You better fall asleep and get a lot of rest because I missed you last night.”

She rose up on her tiptoes and pressed her lips to mine. I grabbed her hips until our bodies were flush and then I deepened the kiss, staking my claim. I knew how douchebags worked. I used to be one. I broke our kiss once I couldn’t breathe.

“Next time, I’m coming with you in hopes we run into Jared.”

Brooke was panting as she shook her head slightly. “He’s not worth it.”

“I know, but I still want to see the look on his face when he knows he let the best thing that ever happened to him walk away.”

“Technically, I threw his clothes over the railing and made him leave.”

“Details.” I rolled my eyes.

“Easton, you’re the best thing to ever happen to me.”