Chapter 52: The Lake House Party

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The headlights of Jaxon’s car cut through the dark road until the lake house came into view — glowing, loud, alive. Even from a distance I could hear the thump of bass vibrating the night air. Cars were already lined up everywhere: on the driveway, the grass, even the dirt shoulder.

When Jaxon’s car rolled in, the crowd outside erupted into cheers.

“Prom King in the building!” someone shouted.

Another guy howled, “About damn time!”

Hands slapped the hood as we inched forward, people half-drunk and buzzing on adrenaline. I sat there, dress still clinging to me in ways that reminded me of what we’d just done in the car. My cheeks burned, but the chaos around us drowned out the heat that wasn’t just from the party.

Jaxon leaned out the window, smirking, giving lazy waves like a celebrity arriving on the red carpet. “Save me a drink, assholes,” he called, making the crowd laugh and roar louder.

The air smelled of beer, weed, and smoke. Couples were already making out against cars.