Page 5 of Breaking Free
“You too. I might be down there in a month or so. Let’s meet up,” she replies with a grin, stretching up on her tiptoes to kiss him.
“You know how to get in touch.” He spanks her ass, making her squeal before finding my gaze. “You ready?”
“Yep.”
“Bye, Trent,” Erin says with a wave, making Jayden snort.
“Bye, Erin.”
“Oh. It’s Evelyn.”
“Ah.”
Jayden grabs my shoulder and spins me around, laughing as we make our way outside. “Guess I didn’t properly introduce you two.”
“You probably don’t need to.”
He chuckles deeply. “You’re probably right.”
“How far away is the frat house?”
“We only have to walk a block,” he answers, pulling his phone out of his pocket to read a text. “So what did you get up to last night?”
Memories flash in my mind. Naked man stepping out of the shower. Said man checking me out as I washed my hands. Towel-clad man asking me to spend some time in his room, and then all but forcing me to my knees to suck him off before making me come in a matter of seconds.
Heat travels up my neck, reaching my face as I think about it. I turn away so Jayden won’t notice.
“Not much. Got drunk.”
He’s quiet for several seconds before he jumps in front of me, walking backwards as he studies my face. “You’re lying.” His laugh is loud and full of joy. “You hooked up. Who was it with?”
I meet his stare. “I didn’t hook up with anyone.”
His megawatt smile widens, showing off his pearly white teeth. “You know I know everything, right? And if I don’t know it now, I will find out.”
I roll my eyes. “There’s nothing to find out.”
“Bro, it’s not like I’m gonna judge you for hooking up with someone you don’t know. We’re in fucking college. It’s like a right of passage or something.”
I chuckle and shake my head. “Believe me, I’ve already experienced that right of passage. Remember those chicks from the party at my house several months ago?”
His brows furrow. “Which ones?”
“Exactly. I don’t know. The following morning Dex told me I was making out with three girls. I don’t know who they were. I was shit-faced.”
Jayden laughs, unlocking his car with the key FOB, and the subject is dropped. After he starts the car, he sends a text to someone and then drops his phone in the cup holder.
“Men.”
I turn to look at him. “What?”
“Just this guy,” he says, pulling away from the road. “We messed around a few times a while back and he’s wanting to meet up, but I’m not into it. I’ve told him a few times, but he’s not taking the hint.”
“You don’t like him anymore?”
“I like him well enough, I guess, but he’s in the closet. It’s not really what I go for.”
My pulse spikes. “Why’s that?”