This is all Austin’s fault, of course. His genius idea was to make the celebratory party an ‘anything but clothes’ party, so naturally, no one held back. Including him—standing across theroom in a concoction of saran wrap and tin foil covering only the most strategic places.
A loud rip snaps my attention across the room.
“Fuck.”Tear. “Ah!”Tear. “Shiiiit.”
I take a slow sip of my beer, watching Logan wrestle with the duct tape around his chest.
“Jesus,” I shake my head. “That cannot be comfortable.”
Logan groans, yanking at the edges of the duct tape strapped across his chest. “Austin called dibs on the saran wrap. I had to improvise.”
“Yeah, well, at least it’s better than my outfit,” Nathan mutters, stepping into the room. I glance over—and immediately lose it.
My drink is gone, spit straight out of my mouth, my nose, probably every pore in my damn face.
Because Nathan is standing there, stone-faced, in nothing but a string of bananas covering his junk and a coconut bra.
I cough, wheezing. “Bro.”
Nathan exhales, adjusting his banana thong. “Yeah. I know. Austin’s a fucking idiot.”
“Nah, you look amazing,” Austin says with a grin.
“Hands down, best outfit here,” I tease, grinning when he flips me off.
“What the fuck are you wearing?”
We turn at the sound of Cole’s voice as he finally arrives, dressed like a sane person—jeans and a t-shirt. No surprise there. Kind of pissed I didn’t think to ditch the dress code, too. This curtain is starting to itch.
Austin groans. “Aw, come on, bro. It’s an anything but clothes party. That’s so fucking boring.”
Cole scoffs. “Coming from the guy wrapped like a sandwich.”
Austin grins. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”
“It wasn’t one,” Cole deadpans.
I shake my head, handing him a drink. “Glad you’re here. These idiots are giving me a headache.”
He shakes his head, lets out a quiet huff—the closest thing to laughter we’ll probably ever get from him. “When don’t they?”
“Please don’t lump me in with those two,” Nathan sighs, running a hand through his hair. “I’m a victim in all of this.”
I let out a chuckle, unable to stop laughing every time I look at Nathan.
“Hey.” We turn as a brunette slides up next to Cole, her eyes shining as she looks up at him. “Cole, right?” she purrs, resting a hand on his chest.
He nods. Silent.
Her smile stretches as she rises onto her tiptoes to whisper something in his ear. He arches a brow, listening. Then, without a word, he takes her hand and leads her upstairs.
I shake my head.
Un-fucking-believable.
“Don’t you dare go anywhere near my bedroom!” Austin yells after him, scowling. Cole doesn’t so much as glance back.
“Fuck,” Austin groans, rubbing a hand down his face. “He’s gonna fuck on my bed, isn’t he? Damn it, Ijustchanged my sheets this morning.”
