My every muscle strained with the effort of keeping still.
His voice dropped to a growl. "To know." He raked a hand through his hair. "About the Brotherhood."
Hollow disappointment kicked through my chest. "Like I said, there's nothing to talk about."
Only once he'd left did I spin away from the blender, open the cupboard over the fridge, and reach up for the bottle of vodka stashed there. I poured a generous slug of booze into my drink, raised it in cheers to the universe, and chugged it back.
***
Putting on clothing applicable for this frat party was akin to willingly inviting in chlamydia. Cole had texted me to say that the theme was "naughty schoolgirl." Really? "All you need is love" was a theme. "No man is an island" was a theme. "Naughty schoolgirl" was a reminder not to leave my drink unattended.
And yet, here I was.