Nights like these I feel like her unpaid bounty hunter. “Kel, I’m still here, but you seem to have vanished. Call back or I’m telling your dad all about the sushi buffet thing you did last weekend!”
Adam’s baffled expression matches my mood. “You think she’d leave without you?”
I stuff my phone back in my pocket, huffing. I hate to call my friend out like this, but...
“It’s possible she’s in one of the bedrooms.”
His eyes cast down as he nods like he completely understands. “Stay here, I’ll check.” When he steps away, I grab his arm to stop him.
“And what does she look like exactly? Oh, that’s right, you don’t have a clue. Looks like I’m coming with you.”
His eyebrows stitch together. “These guys aren’t going to like it when you come knocking on their door. What’s her last name? I’ll try calling her out.”
“Just take me with,” I insist, shaking my head. “We’ll say we’re just looking for a place to work off a little cardio.” Excitement stirs in my lady parts with the idea of the two of us together, pretending to want a room. Does it get any hotter?
A spark passes behind his eyes just before he gives in. “Fine, but let me do the talking.”
He slips his hand into mine. Every nerve in my hand jumps to life, shooting up my arm and settling in my already unhinged brain. My cold hand feels so small and insubstantial in his. Sexual energy pulsates through me.
Adam stops at the first door in the hallway. “Ready?”
I squeeze his hand and nod, my heart flapping like a crow’s wings. Danger signals pang against my skull. It’s like I’m walking right into the forbidden garden of flirtation.
Then again, Levi probably wouldn’t even fight for me if he was witness to my womanly ways. Last time a guy flirted with me right in front of him, he just turned his back, even though I wanted him to pull the guy off me.
Adam twists the knob. Suddenly, we’re inside the low-lit room that smells like incense, witnessing a couple making out on the second bed in. They’re both so drunk they don’t seem to notice us watch as the pant-less girl with frizzy red hair straddles the guy stripped down to his underwear, his chubby hands yanking at her skin-tight shirt until it’s over her head and lying on the ground.
They each grunt when their lips come back together, their artificial moans sounding like B-grade porn stars. The girl begins to grind her hips against him like a cowgirl getting aroused by a saddle. His mouth almost totally covers her, leaving a glistening trail of slobber across her cheek. It’s like watching a couple of middle school kids trying to imitate something they saw on TV. And failing. Miserably.
Hold on a second. The girl’s quite overweight with bright red hair. Definitely not Kelly.
We’ve been continuing to watch the awkward couple for no reason. The guy slides a hand beneath her bra, lifting it.
I push at Adam’s chest, ushering him to the safety of the hallway. “I may have forgotten to mention Kelly’s a skinny brunette.” A hey, look at me, I’m embarrassed for being such a perv! flush burns my cheeks. “Something I probably should’ve told you before we were forced to witness that debauchery.”
A pinch of color rises to his cheeks, too. He clears his throat before turning to look over his shoulder. “Let’s try the next one.”
Still holding hands, we each take a deep breath of innocent air before slipping into the dark room. Low moans float through the room, met with tiny, breathless screams. I become rooted in place. We just walked in on someone actually having sex. I can even smell it among the stench of pot.
I turn to whisper in Adam’s ear. “Let’s go.” My breath catches in my throat when I realized that I just brushed his ear with my lips.
He squeezes my hand, and we tiptoe back to the door.
“What the fuck?” a deep voice barks.
A small light flips on, revealing a guy twice the size of Adam, fueled with dozens of tattoos and arrant rage, hovering completely naked over a small blonde I know from my psych class. “Were you pervs watching us?”
I greet the girl with an awkward wave. “Hey, Shalia.”
She yanks the sheet over her body, gaping.
I snuggle into Adam’s side, resting my hand against his chest that feels totally amazing. “Sorry, we were just looking for somewhere private. You know. To get. It On.
Kind of like what you were doing just now.”
Adam curls his arm around my back, holding me tight. From the bulge pushing against my leg, I wonder if he’s forgetting my suggestion is only a cover story. It does nothing to ease my hormonal rage that began when we met.