Needing Her
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“Connor.”
“I’m being honest. Nothing has happened, and nothing will. She’s my best friends’ sister, I can’t touch her.”
And apparently I’d done something to f**k up anything that could have happened between us . . . and I had no idea what exactly that was.
Maci
AFTER HOURS OF shopping, then decorating Amber’s apartment and my own, we were finally done. I had a smile on my face that only this time of year could put there, but there was still something missing. Christmas was my favorite holiday, and I loved decorating day more than anything, but I still hadn’t gotten Connor or his words out of my mind.
Amber flopped down next to me on the couch and admired our work. “We did good.”
“That we did.”
“Hey”—she elbowed me—“what’s going on? You’re usually bouncing off the walls and I can’t get you to stop playing Elf or singing Christmas music. You’re just kind of . . . blah today. Is it still what Bryce said?”
“Kind of.” I shrugged. Barely. I couldn’t forget his words if I tried. But it was Connor who was ruining my day, and I hated that I let him have that much power over me.
“Fuck him, Maci. He’s a douche, and I think he did you a favor by finally showing his true self. Now you can move on and find someone else.”
Was it sad that I couldn’t figure out if she was talking about Connor or Bryce, even though I knew she didn’t have a clue about Connor?
“I don’t want to find someone else . . . I just want to forget about him.” Forget the words he’d said. Forget that I’d let myself think he might feel something. Forget the other girls in his apartment. Forget it all.
“Then let’s do it! Let’s forget the bastard!” Amber shouted and jumped off the couch, jolting me from my thoughts. I hadn’t realized I’d said any of that out loud and was glad I hadn’t said Connor’s name.
“Should I be worried?” I asked when Amber held a hand out for me. I let her pull me up and push me toward my room.
“Hell no. You want to forget about the dick, that’s what we’re gonna do. So slut it up, get yourself looking hot, and let’s go shout from the rooftop that your vagina is finally free!”
I laughed and shook my head. “You’re disgusting, you know that?”
“You love my kind of disgusting though. Hurry up, I want to run home and change too.”
Turning around, I pointed at her. “I just want to go have fun, I don’t want to find another guy.”
“Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Let’s get a few shots in you and see if you feel the same.”
Note to self: Buy a chastity belt and wear it whenever going out with Amber.
Chapter Five
Connor
I SHOOK MY head and drained my beer as Dakota leaned over far enough that he was about to—oh, never mind. There he went. Dumbass fell out of the damn chair leaning over to watch the girl leave with her friend.
“Shit, Kota, you already got her number, you don’t need to look like a f**king loser wishing he’d had the balls to talk to her.” I signaled the waitress for another beer and held out my hand. “Keys. You’re not . . . driving.” Shit.
My eyes landed on long, vibrant red hair. Messy in a way that only a girl like Maci could pull off.
“. . . not drunk, man,” Dakota’s voice filtered in as I shamelessly stared at his sister. “I just couldn’t stop looking. Did you see her ass?”
“Yeah,” I answered automatically. “Definitely saw it.” And I was still staring at it.
Maybe I shouldn’t be driving tonight; because other than having a death wish, a guy would have to be drunk to continue checking out his friend’s little sister right in front of him.
“Maci!” Dylan called out her name when he caught sight of her from where he was working on a table of girls I was positive had used fake IDs to get in here.
Maci’s body stilled before turning to the sound of her brother’s voice, followed by Dakota’s once he finally spotted her. She caught sight of me, and her eyes widened before narrowing. Her gray eyes didn’t leave me the entire time as Dylan walked her and that girl that was always at her apartment over to our table.
“I said where the f**k is he? Which one, Mini?” Dylan growled toward her ear, but loud enough that Dakota and I could still hear him.
Maci tried to shrug Dylan’s arm off her shoulders, and when he didn’t give, started pushing at his side. “I’ve already told you—”
“Is her boyfriend here?” Dakota asked and stood up quickly, his eyes scanning the area where she’d just been standing.
“There’s no boyfriend! For f**k’s sake, can’t you leave me alone for one day?”
“Hi, which one are you?” Maci’s friend asked Dylan as she pressed against him.
“Amber, no, gross! Seriously, back off my brother. We’re leaving, you boys have fun getting wasted and hitting on girls too young for you. I’ve told you a dozen times there’s no boyfriend, and there isn’t,” Maci said, and her eyes met mine again. This time they were stone cold, and all expression had left her face. “There’s no man in my life, because not only do you all make it impossible, but every guy I’ve come across has proved to be nothing but an ass**le.”
There was no way to take that as anything other than a direct attack. I still had no idea what I’d done this time though.