Aiden’s lips curve into a smile as he looks down at his girlfriend.
“That girl is dead,” Grayson murmurs, chuckling as he shakes his head.
“Oh…” The girl looks down at Leila, furrowing her brows. “I didn’t know.”
“Well, now you do,” Leila says sharply.
The girl frowns, glancing back up at Aiden. “Sorry.”
“Yeah,” Leila replies, narrowing her eyes. “You are.”
The girl turns around and disappears into the crowd.
“Did that really just happen?” Lucas asks, shaking his head.
Leila lets out a sigh. “It happens too much for my liking,” she murmurs. “I hate it.”
“Me too,” Aiden replies, adjusting his cap as he grins down at Leila. “But I’ve got to say, I find it hot as hell whenever you chase them away. It’s exhausting having to deal with them.”
Leila rolls her eyes. “I bet it’s so exhausting having hundreds of beautiful girls wanting to sleep with you.”
Aiden curls his hand under Leila’s chin, lifting her head. “It is when you’re the only one I want,” he says with his eyes locked on hers.
Leila’s lips part, and she smiles briefly before narrowing her eyes at him. “Stop trying to flirt with me.”
Aiden laughs, shaking his head. “I’ll never stop flirting with you.”
“If Gabi was here, she’d barf,” Grayson says, taking a sip of his drink.
“Nah.” Aiden slides his hand around Leila’s waist. “She’s in love now,” he says, glancing at me. “She doesn’t mind seeing other people in love anymore.”
I chuckle, shaking my head. “Trust me. She still hates it.”
Gabi’s never been into PDA. Even with her boyfriends in high school, she didn’t really touch them, hardly ever kissed them. But she was never like that with me. She always touched me, held me, cuddled with me.
My lips quirk at the thought. I like that she wasn’t as touchy with anyone else, like she is with me.
“Hey. It’s you again.”
I lift my head, recognizing the girl with short hair who had hit on me at the first party Gabi brought me to. My brows furrow as she smiles at me. What was her name again? Fuck, I forgot. I remain silent as she moves closer to me.
“Are you here with anyone?”
I swallow, glancing around. Aiden’s lost in conversation with Leila. I scan the crowd, spotting Lucas and Madi together on the couch, and Grayson catching up with Rosie, leaning in to kiss her. But I don’t see Gabi anywhere.
“I guess not,” she continues, sliding her hand up my arm.
My throat tightens as I instinctively try to step back. “Actually, I—”
“What the fuck are you doing?”
My heart leaps in my chest.
Gabi.
I’d recognize her voice anywhere.
I turn around, seeing my best friend Gabi’s eyes narrow, focusing on Tiffany’s hand resting on my arm. “Why the fuck are you touching my boyfriend, Tiffany?”
