“That’s me,” I mumbled, leaning up on my tiptoes to capture his lips with mine.
Soon enough, he was responding, his mouth eagerly moving against mine. His friends catcalled and whooped as my hands laced around his neck. It was okay as far as kisses go, but it didn’t set me on fire.
“Phillips.” Grunted a voice from behind me as I huffed with annoyance.
Pulling away, my hands still around Connor’s neck, I saw Theo glaring at us with dark eyes, his frown aimed at Connor, who glanced at me warily.
“Theo. What?” I hissed as he folded his arms, making it clear he wasn’t leaving.
“It’s time to go,” he drawled, scowling at Connor. “I don’t want your brother kickingmyass.”
“I’ll message you.” Connor grinned, ignoring Theo’s glare.
Good boy,I thought with admiration.
“You do that. Phillip’s has two ‘L’s.” I smiled, brushing my lips against his once more, much to Theo’s annoyance.
“Did you get thatsnowflake? Not sure if they’ve taught you spellings yet,” snapped Theo as I pushed past him, rolling my eyes.
“Ignore him, Connor. He’s sexually frustrated.”
“I wouldn’t be ifyoucould’ve made your own way home,” he grumbled as we walked down the stairs and out of the club.
“Best friend rules.Youknow the drill,” I muttered as we waited for a cab.
“Well, maybe we should create a new one. If you’re cockblocking—”
“I’m not cockblocking you! You just did that to me!”
Our eyes met as he smirked, rubbing his chin. “So, we’rebothsexually frustrated now.”
“Theo. No sex references. Drop me off, then go hook up.” I shrugged as my phone pinged.
You have a message request from Connor Hamilton.
“What and leave you wanting? Connor isn’t allowed to sleep in your room,” Theo murmured, pulling me towards him. His lips danced on my throat as my breath hitched, a moan trying to escape my mouth.
“I swear to God, Theo,” I hissed through gritted teeth.
“Fine. Fuckingfine.” Theo seethed, moving away from me. My body was cold without his touch, but I wouldn’t allow myself to succumb to his charms. I’d built up years of immunity withoutonceslipping up. I watched him hail a cab, his muscular forearms making me tingle as I tore my eyes away.
Best friend, Hannah.Best friend.
2
HANNAH
“Hannah Elizabeth Phillips.Wake up! You should know better than to go out partying on a school night!”
I groaned, opening my eyes to see my mother frowning down at me.
“It’s a quarter to eight. How are you going to get your ass fromthatto school ready in fifteen minutes? Not to mention you won’t have time for breakfast,” Mom huffed, walking out of my room.
My eyes closed as the door burst open again, a half-dressed Ryan peering around my room.
“What thefuck, Ry, get out!” I growled at my brother as he rolled his eyes at me.
“Where’s my leather jacket? Iknowyou steal my stuff.”
