Chapter 167: Secret Party Guy under the L. L. Bean

Grant's body moves to the music, our fronts facing one another, and I decide to go with it. Even though Marissa pretends to be upset, she'll enjoy having Ryland here when he shows up later... probably sooner than later. The feeling catches me off guard, but I'm glad Grant is here rather than on another continent. A rave-warehouse isn't where you'd expect to find him. Unless Grant is hiding a secret party guy persona underneath all that L.L.Bean, I have to assume he's here for me.

Strictly in a friend way of course.

I take a sip from the cup and spit the clear liquid all over the floor and Grant's shoes. Marissa laughs and shrugs at my confusion. He looks down on his leather sandals that probably cost more than a month's rent but doesn't yell. Instead he shakes his head and points to my glass. I hand it over and wait for him to sip the straight vodka. He doesn't spit it on the floor, but his lips pinch together in confusion and he hands the plastic cup back.