Stuck With The Four Hotties

“The Company?”

I grin a bit sheepishly, and swish the pleats of my skirt.

“That’s what I’ve started calling the ex-Bluebloods. In my head, I was just calling them Harper and Co., and I figured it was easier to think of them as the Company.”

“Zayd’s been calling them the Harpies,” Creed drawls on the tail-end of a yawn. “Seems apropos for the situation, don’t you think?” I grin as we weave our way through the halls of the chapel building, up the stairs, and to the two-story theater that we only get to use to watch boring educational movies.

Zayd, Windsor, Zack … and Lizzie are there when we show up. Myron’s there, too, already seated in one of the luxurious black leather chairs with the automated footrests. Even though he’s weird and dark and kind of a creepy sidekick to Tristan’s elegant villainous charm, I’m glad Myron Talbot is here. If it were just me, the boys, and Lizzie Walton, it might be weird.

“Hey,” she says, giving me a little wave, and a smile. She grabs my arm the way Miranda always does and pulls me down several rows to grab a choice seat. “We decided on Pet Sematary for the movie tonight-the new one, not the old one.”

“I’ve never seen the original,” I admit. I’m a bit of a baby when it comes to horror movies. I’ll probably end up spending half the film with my face buried in someone’s shoulder. Zack sits down on my left, and I feel this little

… sparkle inside of me. Sounds lame as hell, I know, but how else could I possibly describe it? He smiles at me, his full lower lip drawing my attention. There’s a little dip in the center that I desperately wish I could run my tongue over. “I hope you’re prepared to see a side of me you never wanted to know,” I warn, giving Zack a fair chance to escape.

“There’s no part of you I wouldn’t want to know,” he says, and the other boys groan.

“Good god, chum, lay off a little, would you? Give the rest of us blokes a chance to schmooze the lady.” Windsor flops into the chair behind me, and wraps his arms around my neck. All the feels, man, all of them. I get all twisted inside, but like, in such a way that I never want to come undone. Does that make sense? I have no idea.

“Just speaking the truth,” Zack says, putting his hands behind his head. He’s switched out of his uniform and into a tight black wifebeater and black board shorts. He must know how beautiful I find his arms, all of those muscles, the hard strength in those biceps.

Zayd sits in front of me, his ashy-lavender hair begging for another touch, and Tristan sits next to Lizzie. Not my favorite thing in the world, but I ignore it. I’m going to play fair here. If something happens between them, then so be it. I’m not going to force feelings, manipulate them, or try to destroy them. What’s the point in that? There’s no fight between me and Lizzie. There’s no fight at all. How we feel is how we feel.

“So, how does this group dating thing work?” Myron asks, his voice dark, his hand buried in a bowl of popcorn. Zayd is fiddling with the remote, and I can smell the faintest hint of butter and salt in the air. A timer goes off somewhere, and Zack makes a sound of pleasure, rising to his feet to go tend to it. I’m praying it’s fresh popcorn.

“Why don’t you mind your own fucking business, and let us worry about that?” Tristan says, leaning back in his chair, and pressing the button for his footrest. It lifts up nice and slow, raising his shiny loafers up to knee-height. He keeps pressing it until his ankles are even higher and he’s lounging back just a bit.

“I’m just trying to understand how the sex works,” Myron continues, and Tristan leans forward, dropping his feet to either side of the leg rest so he can poke his friend in the back of the head.

“Mind your damn business, Talbot. We aren’t sleeping with Marnye-not just yet.” Tristan and I meet eyes across Lizzie’s lap, and a shiver goes through me. I try really hard not to think about the two of them having sex, but … they must have, right? I mean, there’s no way for me to ask, so what’s the point in getting nervous about it?This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

“Do we have rules about that?” Zack asks, reappearing with the popcorn and handing it over to me. Our fingers brush, and I get that glittery, shiny, sparkly feeling all over again. “I mean, are we trying to take it slow or …”

“We’re all just … dating,” I whisper, feeling my cheeks flush with heat. I reach my right hand up to tousle my hair. Before she left, Miranda gave it a sexy little curl on the top that I wish I knew how to recreate on my own. I even let her do my makeup with that steady hand of hers. No matter how many YouTube videos I watch, I’m just no good at it. “Whatever happens, happens.” I pause as Lizzie looks over at me with her pretty amber eyes. “Or doesn’t happen. Whatever doesn’t happen is fine, too.”

“Soda?” Wind asks on the end of a laugh, a cooler situated in the chair next to him. He hands me an ice-cold Coke, and then gives out beer to everyone else. Sometimes I wonder what it’d be like to get drunk, just once. But then I can’t decide if that’s the addiction in my DNA talking, or natural curiosity.

“Alright,” Zayd says as he finally gets the movie started up and cranks the volume. “Let’s see what sort of scaredy-cat Marnye really is.” He turns around, and I catch a glimpse of that Never Again tattoo on his neck. I want to ask what it means, if it’s in reference to me or not. Or perhaps I’m just being narcissistic? “And Charity,” he sits up in his seat so that he’s kneeling, leans forward, and presses a kiss to one of my knees. Heat rockets through me, and I feel a bead of sweat run down the side of my face. “If you get scared, just come sit on my lap, okay?”

I chuck a piece of popcorn at him, and he catches it in his mouth.

We both laugh, but only until the movie gets started. And then, you know, I do end up in a lap. Zack is closest, so he gets the honor, and I spend the rest of my movie with the steel band of his arm around my waist, and my face buried in the warm, sweet-smelling crook between his neck and shoulder.

I wish I could spend every e

vening just like that.