"I saw that, dude." I was still trying to hear what Lily was saying, so when Casper appeared by my side, like the pale-ass ghost he was, I nearly jumped out of my skin.
"Fuck. Asshole, I'm going to start making you wear a bell."
He grinned. "I could have probably grabbed the amp stack and done a whole 80s-style solo and you still wouldn't have fucking noticed." His smile faded. "I've never seen you get so worked up about a chick before."
"I'm not worked up." I grimaced, pulling my arm away before he tried to fucking pat me or something. "She's crazy. They're all crazy."
Casper ran his big hand over his bald head. "I used to think that too, before I met Harlow." He shot her a fond look and I followed his gaze.
That was a mistake. Lily was standing next to her, her head thrown back in wild laughter. Harlow said something in her ear that made her spit her drink, then lift her glass in salute. Kayla began shimmying her hips and Lily bounced on her toes as the random guitar player picked up his acoustic and began strumming a familiar tune.
"That's a pretty thing right there," Casper said. He raised his beer in Harlow's direction and she blew him a kiss back. Lily looked at her and then over at us. Her nose wrinkled and she poured another shot down her throat before turning her back to me and starting dancing in a circle, weaving her little body in a manic undulation.
"I see why you like her," chuckled Casper.
"Fuck off," I snarled. I didn't like him seeing her like this. I didn't like anyone seeing this version of Lily—the wild, unhinged version that I thought was only for me.
The three girls whooped as the guitar player stood up and began strolling over to them. I could see the look in his eye, and I didn't fucking like that either. Lily whooped again and raised her shot glass in his direction, downing what number I had lost count. And all of a sudden my feet were moving.
I walked to her side, casually inserting my body between her and the guitarist. She looked confused at what was holding her back from dancing until she saw it was my hand.
"Slow down, Liliana," I hissed. "You can't drink like that."
"How the hell would you know?" she slurred, swaying slightly. "Hey, who the hell are you, anyway?"
"Lily, stop it."
"I know! You're that ‘Cocky’ guy!"
"Shut the fuck up."
"Annie Blue's son, right?"
I gritted my teeth. "Dammit Lily, that's low."
She smirked and weaved in front of me. "Yeah, so's writing a song making fun of your ex."
"What the fuck?"
"Cheers!" She lifted her glass and threw back another shot, then stumbled backwards. I caught her as she sank to the ground.
"Christ, Lily. I don't know what the fuck you're trying here, but it ends now. I'm taking you home."
"Is she going to be okay?" Harlow asked. "You know how to get her home?"
"Yeah," I muttered as I scooped Lily up in my arms. She mumbled something in protest, then her head sagged against my shoulder. "I know where she lives. Hey, do me favor?"
"What do you need?"
"Go grab the car keys from Casper. Tell him I'll drop it back off in the morning.”
"Sure." Harlow tripped lightly across the sand and I was grateful for a moment that my friend had found a good one.
Kayla stood, smiling and swaying. "She's pretty tiny," she observed, like it was some grand fucking revelation.
"No shit," I grumbled. Too tiny to be drinking like a fish. That was my area of expertise, not hers.
"Here you go, Jax," Harlow ran breathlessly up to us and handed me the keys. "He said to tell you the registration's lapsed. Don't speed."
"Oh, fuck. Well that's awesome. Tell him I'll pay to get it registered as a thank you." I shoved the keys in my pocket and lifted Lily into my arms. "I wasn't here tonight, okay?"
"What?" Kayla looked confused.
"Nothing. See you ladies soon."
"Bye, Jax!" Kayla lifted her arm and waved wildly overhead, drawing the eyes of a few people sitting by the fire. Great, another audience. This wasn't the kind of attention I wanted to have.
Harlow watched me closely as I picked my way over the sand to the staircase. Lily was as light as ever in my arms, but as I began to climb the stairs, my arms started to burn. Her head lolled against my shoulder. "…mean anything…" she muttered, then let it fall back.
"Jesus fuck, Bit." I reached the landing and lowered her gentle to the planked floor. I stood up and stretched. "What the hell was that?"
To my surprise, she lifted her heavy head and squinted at me. "I just wanted to have some fun," she slurred before trailing off again.
"Drinking your body weight in alcohol is not the right way to have fun." Fuck, when did I turn into a fucking nun? I was chastising her like her father. Well, not really. Her real father would have probably joined in and gone shot for shot with her.
"Not here," she grumbled, lifting her arms and then dropping them heavily to her sides. "With you."
I crouched down. "I was having fun with you, Lil. Right up until the moment you went psycho on me."
She didn't answer. I crouched there, waiting, holding my breath.
She let out a gentle snore.
I laughed. I couldn't help it. "Come on, Bit. Let's get you in bed."
Chapter Twenty-Five
Liliana
The room was too hot and too bright. I threw the covers off my sweat-drenched body and saw that I was wearing my purple flannel pajamas.
I stared down at them, confused. I had most definitely not worn those to the club last night. I specifically remembered my outfit, because it had taken me so long to pick it out. And I think I had torn my favorite purple tank top when we… when Jax…
It took me a minute to realize that the pathetic moan I was hearing was my own.
Something had come over me when I saw him on stage. Something wild and reckless and desperately needy. I wanted him to fuck me, but when he did it had felt more like… making love.
I quickly shoved that thought out of my pounding head and hauled myself upright. My mouth tasted like an old sock and felt like a desert. That's when I saw the glass of water on the shelf by my bedside.
He had dressed me in pajamas, put me to bed, and left a glass of water for me when I woke up with the inevitable headache. That was… really nice.
I flipped out on Jax in front of a bunch of his friends. Not because he was being an asshole. Because he was being too nice.
I suddenly felt like the worst person on the planet.
My resolution to hate-fuck him in a fun, easy fling had gone up in the smoke from the bonfire. I drank way too much, and he got me home safely, undressed me without waking me, and tucked me into my bed. Flings don't do that for each other. Something had changed last night. He had changed.
I clapped my hands over my face, wanting to hide from the light of day. I still had nine days here. The only thing I could do now was avoid him until the wedding and get the hell out of here before I did any more damage. To him, or to my fragile willpower.
After I finished the glass of water, I felt marginally better. The water sloshed in my stomach as I got dressed slowly and painfully. I poked my head out into the hallway. His door was closed, but that could mean anything. I hoped he was anywhere but here. I couldn't take him seeing me like this. Not when I could still feel last night's ache between my legs.
Then his door opened and Jax walked out carrying a glass of water. He froze. "Oh, you're awake." He was dressed, showered and shaved and his hair looked freshly dyed. The blue was so intense it gave me a headache.