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The problem with living in a small town is that you can't get away from anyone. Every time there's a party, everyone knows about it, whether you want them to or not. So when we pulled into Spike's driveway, I knew by the amount of cars lining the streets that this was going to be one of those nights filled with everyone I haven't seen since high school, old friends I'd forgotten about and people I'd rather not see. Namely, people like Wilson.
Pretending like he didn't notice how awkward I felt, Gavin led me inside the house. It was one of the more spacious houses in our town, and I'm sure that's one of the reasons most people showed up. Even with the expanse of the house, I could feel the base of the music tingling my spine and jarring my insides.
We walked side-by-side, saying hi and hugging people that came across our paths. It was strange to see how much people had or hadn't changed since high school.
"Red!" I recognized the voice immediately. It was Spike.
"Spiky," I exclaimed as I turned around. I held my arms out for a hug and he picked me up and spun me around.
"Honey, you look hot," I batted my eye lashes at him. "Your tits look amazing."
"Thanks babe. Just for you." Gavin rolled his eyes.
Spike was six feet tall, lean and lanky, and most of all, gay as the day was long. He got the nickname Spike for other reasons, if you catch my drift.
He swatted Gavin on the arm and I watched as Gavin shifted his weight, slightly uncomfortable. "You look delicious too, Honey."
Gavin grunted nervously.
"There's beer and liquor in the kitchen and the pool is open for business but don't touch the stereo." Gavin nodded and walked off.
Spike watched as Gavin walked away. "He is one fine lookin man. I don't know how you do it. Don't give me that look. Even you
can't
be immune to his charm."
If Spike only knew.
"Of course I am. I've known him my whole life and he's a total pig." When in doubt, try to convince others even if you can't completely convince yourself. Spike looked at me as if he didn't believe me. "What?"
"Honey, he's got buns of steel, and I've seen his abs,"
So have I
, I thought. "And those arms. What I wouldn't give to have those things wrapped around me." Spike fanned himself dramatically.
"On a more serious note," he said snapping out of it. "Wilson is here with his new girlfriend, so don't be surprised if you see him. Now go have fun!" Spike playfully swatted me on the bottom and walked off to greet the rest of his guests as he left me standing in the middle of the living room with my heart in my throat. I walked towards the kitchen looking for Gavin. I found him hovering in front the refrigerator.
Without a word, he handed me a cold beer over his shoulder as he continued to browse the selection for what he wanted.
"What?" he asked raising his eyebrows as he turned and saw the look on my face.
"Wilson's here." The hysterics were starting to claw their way to the surface.
"So."
"So?
So?
He's here with her. What am I supposed to do?" Breathing was becoming difficult.
"Nothing." It was early, but his cool, calm, and collected attitude was starting to chip away at my cheery disposition.
"What do you mean do
nothing?
" Black dots were starting to float before my eyes as I tried to twist the cap off my beer. The thought of Gavin wanting to 'distract' me again was almost too much.
Gavin flashed me his cocky smile, and it made me want to smack that stupid grin off his face. He grabbed the beer from my hand and with little effort twisted the cap off. "Do nothing. Like I told you before. You act as if it doesn't bother you; it'll really get under his skin. He showed up tonight because he knew you'd be here."
Breathe, I told myself. I rolled my eyes. Gavin always had an answer for everything. I would have been more irritated with him, but he stepped closer to me and the heat of his body made all ill feelings melt away.
"Unless you prefer I gave you something to take your mind off him."
My heart slammed against my chest.
Was he suggesting what I think he was suggesting?
The saner voice in my head told the crazy voice to shut the hell up, because Gavin thought of me as a best friend -- a little sister even. It would have been easier to listen to the saner voice if he wasn't standing so close and if the sound of my heart beating wasn't drowning out the voice.
Gavin stepped closer still, peering into my eyes through thick heavy lashes. He had the most beautiful eyes, and he knew it. I could feel the hardness of his chest lightly grazing mine. I knew that if I looked down, my nipples would be standing at attention. How inappropriate.
"What did you have in mind?" My mind balked at my audacity.
Gavin smiled and handed me back my beer. "Drink up. What did you think I was gonna say?" he added with a sly grin after my expression fell.
"I assumed something worth while, ass. Like I proved last time, alcohol doesn't solve everything. That is unless you want me decorating your lap again."
His jaw clenched at the suggestion. But his smile quickly returned -- situation diffused.
"Well babe, don't worry."