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HANNAH
“Absolutely not.”
Theo’s deep green eyes pleaded with me as he threw a glance over my shoulder, his eyes darting back to mine anxiously.
“Please, Han. She’s coming over.”
“This is ridiculous. You need to stop getting involved with bunny boilers—”
“Han, for fuck’s sake. Lecture me later,” he snapped, positioning his hands on my hips, guiding me towards him as I heard the click of heels behind me.
His mouth crushed against mine, and I wrapped my hands around his neck, his body pressing against me.
But when his tongue dived into my mouth, I stiffened.
This is against the rules, and he fucking knows it.
I pulled away from him, watching as the girl in question stormed away, shooting him a look of fury. He wasn’t paying attention, his hands still holding me in place as he smirked.
“You broke the rules, youfucker.” I seethed, shoving him away from me.
Theo laughed as he winked at me, his finger tilting my chin up towards him. “Youlovedit, Phillips.”
I scowled at him as I turned away, my eyes scanning the room. I heard him sigh behind me as I leaned over the railing, my eyes taking in the large dance floor below us. His hands wrapped back around my waist as he buried his head in my neck, earning him a swift jab in the ribs.
“Ouch, what thefuck?”
“Theodore De Luca, if youevertouch me again without consent, I will cut your balls off.”
“Oh, yeah?” Theo challenged me as I turned to face him, the tiny distance between us nowhere near what was currently required.
“Yeah.”
“Then I just need to get you to say yes.” He smirked as I pointed to the bar.
“What weneedis another drink. Saliva swapping with you wasnoton my agenda tonight.” I turned to look back at the dance floor, my eyes seeking the boy I had come here for, my all-time crush.
“Are youseriouslystill looking for him when you’re standing with me? I’msooffended.”
I whirled around to meet Theo’s eyes as they danced playfully, a smirk on his lips.
“Youwere friend-zoned years ago.” I shrugged, noticing a girl gazing at him as she walked by, unable to tear her eyes away.
I mean, the manisphysical perfection. His black hair comes from Spanish heritage, his deep green eyes almost neon against his tanned skin. His full lips hid perfect white teeth, while his body was tall and packed plenty of muscle. He knew he was hotter than hot, which was the exact reason he was my best friend. I couldn’t see him in the way everyone else did, not when I saw how long it took him to gel his hair into perfection before stepping out of the house.
Or how he treated women.
“Vanilla, nine o’clock,” I announced as he turned to follow my gaze, smirking when he saw the blonde freeze in her tracks, like hunted prey.
“Right. Behave,” Theo ordered, flashing her a panty-dropping smile.
As Theo strode away, I gazed back down at the dance floor.
“You on your own here, baby?” I heard a voice drawl. I glanced behind to see a guy leering at me, sipping beer as he admired my ass openly.
“No, I’m not. Piss off,” I snapped, beyond the basics of niceties. Undeterred, he came at me again, gripping my ass tightly with bony fingers.
