They grab shot glasses and line them up next to me, filling each to the brim. Grey hands me mine, as Liam turns to face us, holding his up to toast.
“Here’s to our girl and all her wild dreams.”
An embarrassed laugh escapes, but I’m still hoping they didn’t hear everything as I take the shot back in one gulp. The burn travels down my throat, giving way to a warmth that spreads around in my belly. I do a small run in place, bobbing back and forth on my tiptoes as I breathe out harshly. Liam turns to the counter, taking my glass. Grey messes with my hair, screwing with my bangs, making me laugh, as I smack his hand away.
Liam turns back around and hands out another round.
“Oh God, again?”
Grey looks at me and tilts his head, as he takes his glass. “To firsts, lasts, and onlys.”
My lips tip up before I toss it back, feeling the burn again in my throat, but not nearly as much as the first shot.
“Okay. Now I’m done. Unless you find something smoother.”
The boys laugh, pouring only two shots. They both stand staring at me, Grey to my right and Liam to my left, as my head shifts slowly between them. It’s my turn to toast. Liam licks the side of his glass, cleaning some liquid that’s spilled, and my eyes dart to his tongue, watching it drag over the smooth surface, lapping up the Jack.
Before I can stop myself, the words are already out.
“To bad ideas and the boys who get me into trouble.”
The shot glasses hit the counter the minute they drink, and I tip my head back laughing. I rub my lips together and smile at them. “We need music.”
“Done.”
Liam grabs the bottle of Jack and walks over to his phone that’s on the counter, picking it up and looking down with a serious expression. He stays that way for only a moment before his beautiful face pops back up smiling, as the music filters out through speakers in the ceiling.
I wander over toward the couch, Grey right behind me, as the music amps up, hitting a crescendo. Liam turns it up loud, and Grey grabs me, spinning me around. We start to jump and thrash our arms around, Liam joining in, losing ourselves to the music and yelling to the ceiling. It’s perfect. They’re perfect.
The oversized shirt I’m wearing bounces up, exposing glimpses of G-string, but I don’t care because it doesn’t matter. Nothing matters except this night.
Liam takes a swig from the Jack and passes it over to Grey as I shake my hips and turn in a circle. I lick my lips, my teeth sinking into the bottom one, as Liam comes up behind me, matching my rhythm and swaying back and forth. His hand splays over my stomach, and the warmth I was feeling from the liquor feels like ice in comparison to his large palm. He turns us to face Grey, who is standing stock-still, bottle in hand and a cigarette lifting to his lips. He takes in a long drag as he watches us dance. It’s the way he watches that makes my entire body feel on fire.
He’s arrogant. Entitled. Like a goddamn king. My very favorite version.
My eyes drift to his torso, taking in the tattoo again and smiling. It’s fitting for him—“I am not led, I lead.” He does lead, everyone but me. In fact, I’ll never tell that I already knew what it meant. Sometimes, it’s more fun to let him believe his saying.
He juts his chin, calling me to him, but I don’t move. Try again. Liam nudges my waist, speaking into my ear. “Go on, Van. He won’t bite. Unless you ask him to.”
Holy hellfire and brimstone. I’m going to burn for this. Closing the three feet between us feels like the longest walk of my life, each step erasing the line before it. My throat is dry, but I’m already wet everywhere else. My thoughts are barreling around in my mind like they’re all in a freefall. But all I know is that I want whatever Grey has to offer.
Grey looks down at me as I come to a stop in front of him, peeking up through my lashes.
“You wanna hit?” He brings the cigarette back between his lips, sucking in the smoke, and I nod, but he doesn’t hand it to me, just blows up into the air. Grey’s eyes lock to