I turn my head, spotting Chris’s black zip-up hoodie lying on the sand beside me. With a shake of my head, I push myself up from the ground, brushing the sand off my legs. “I need a drink.”
He lifts his arms in frustration. “I literally just brought you a drink.”
I toss the can of beer onto the sand. “Oops. Slipped,” I say with a shrug. “Guess I need another one.”
“What the fuck?” Nate murmurs, irritated as he wipes the spilled alcohol off his jeans.
I turn around, grabbing the jacket Chris left behind and throw it on before zipping it up, and fix the cap on my head.
Stepping over the chairs and blankets scattered on the sand, I make my way into the beach, heading towards the cooler sat right behind Chris and Taylor.
Bending down to grab a beer from the cooler, I lift my head at the sound of Taylor’s giggles and see Chris smiling back at her.
He’s smiling at her.
I’ve never seen him smile like that, at least not with anyone else.
I thought he only smiled like that with me.
Apparently not.
Taylor leans in closer, whispering something in Chris’ ear, and a strange sensation settles in my stomach. I furrow my brows, watching them intently, feeling my heart pound in my chest. He said he wasn’t interested in her last year. So, what changed?
I glance back at them, my gaze fixed on Taylor. Her figure has definitely changed since last year. Her boobs are bigger, her waist is thinner, and her blonde hair frames her tanned skin perfectly.
Is that what Chris likes? Girls who wear short skirts, with blonde hair and big boobs?
The can I reach for clanks against the others, and I curse silently as Chris and Taylor turn around, noticing me.
“Hey,” Chris says, furrowing his brows. “Did you get lost?”
“No, I came to get a drink,” I reply, holding up the can, my eyes shifting between them. “Am I interrupting something?”
“Actually—”
“No, of course not,” Chris interrupts, flashing me a smile as he runs his hand through his brown curls. “We were just talking.”
“I...I think I’m going to go find my friends,” Taylor says, her gaze lingering on Chris. “See you later?”
“Yeah, sure,” Chris nods in response.
She lifts off the chair, making her way towards the bonfire to meet up with her friends, and I turn to face Chris, sitting on the beach chair beside him. “I stole your jacket,” I tell him with a smirk. “It’s mine now.”
He chuckles, shaking his head. “You didn’t steal it. I left it for you.”
My brows dip. “Why?”
Chris smirks, his eyes fixated on his jacket draped over my body. “You were cold.”
My stomach flutters. Chris didn’t even hesitate to take off his jacket for me without me asking, unlike Nate, who’s supposed to be my boyfriend, who acted like it was the end of the world.
“So...Taylor, huh?” I ask, raising my drink to him.
Chris turns to face me, taking the can out of my hand and takes a sip without hesitation. We share everything. Always have. “Yeah,” he replies with a nod, handing me back the can. “She kind of ambushed me when she saw me sitting here.”
“And here I thought the only person you wanted to talk to was me,” I joke, my lips twitching into a smirk, though my stomach sours at the thought. “Taylor seems nice, though.”
“I guess,” Chris replies with a shrug.
