could she have said about me? I tilted my head and scratched my jaw. I didn’t think I’d ever understand girls.
“Is that so? Because I haven’t heard a thing about you,” I responded with a smirk.
Carmin whacked me on the chest and giggled. “We were a little too busy to be talking…” she cooed, running her index finger up my chest.
I inwardly rolled my eyes. We’d made out. It wasn’t like we were that busy, but I didn’t want to be an ass, again. So I stayed quiet.
Adam wrapped his arm around Savannah’s shoulders, and I fought the urge to pull his grubby hands off of her. I had no idea why I wanted to do something like that or why I even cared—I didn’t know this chick and I already had a date. Adam on the other hand, had come alone, and this bothered the shit out of me. Grubby Palms was touching her collarbone, thanks to her gray top that hung off one shoulder.
Adam gave her a little squeeze. “Well, sexy Savannah, what’s your poison? Let’s get this party started!”
She looked over at him and held up a bottle that I hadn’t noticed earlier and said, “Aguardiente. Where are the shot glasses?”
“Follow me, beautiful.” He winked.
I made a mental note to keep an eye on him when he was with her from here on out. He was drunk and wouldn’t know what to do with such a treasure. I was just looking out for her. Really.
He raised his cup and started walking away, toward the vacation home on Miami Beach that Adam’s parents owned. I stepped in front of the girls and held the door open for them. Carmin ran in to catch up with Eddy’s chick, Amanda. Savannah stopped and looked up at me, smiling. Her smile was going to be the death of me.
“Thank you,” she said.
“You’re very welcome.” I walked in after her and gently closed the door.
“So, Savannah as in Savannah, Georgia?”
She turned her pretty little head and smirked. “Well, there’s a line I don’t think I’ve ever heard before.”
Playful girl? I smiled back. “I’m full of original ideas.”
Carmin squealed when a hip-hop song started playing. She ran to me and grabbed my hand.
“My jam! Dance with me!” I usually didn’t have a problem getting on the dance floor, and I liked this song, but I wasn’t in the mood for it. I wanted to talk to Savannah. Savannah as in Savannah, Georgia. As sweet as a Georgia peach. I smiled. Peach .
“What are you smiling about?” Carmin looked up at me, almost suspiciously. I swear it’s like women have a fucking radar about shit.
I pushed her hips closer to mine, appeasing her, and we started moving side to side with the rhythm of the music.
“Nothing—I like this song,” I said softly into her ear.
We danced to another song while the conversations buzzed and bottles clinked. We weren’t a big group and this wasn’t a club—only two other couples were dancing. I could clearly see Savannah and a few others, including Adam, talking in a corner where we had set up a table to put pizza.
With each step she took, Carmin leaned her body closer to mine and ran her fingers along my arms. Her eyes and smile insinuated what else she wanted to do tonight, but I wasn’t feeling it. She’d made it clear that she’d be an easy lay, but I could get that anywhere. No way was I going to let Savannah see that, especially since these two were related. When I saw Savannah walk over to the bar by herself, I slowly pulled away from Carmin and said, “Hey, I’m going to get a drink. You want something?”
Carmin adjusted her blouse and smiled at me. “Sure, get me a Rum and Coke.”
I nodded and made my way to the drink table.
“Having a good time … Peach?” Yeah, it sounded nice coming out of my mouth. A name just for her. I bet she tasted so sweet. I smiled when she turned around and gave me a puzzled look.
“Peach?” she asked cautiously.
“Yeah, like Georgia peaches. Ever heard that before?”
She tilted her head, and it took all I had not to close my arms around