Choosing You
It’s not the question that bothers me but the look in his eye like he knows something I don’t.
“Yeah, I’m down,” Adam replies, snapping the both of us out of the moment.
Laughing, Antonio hits him. “This is your fucking party.”
“It’s a Gamma party,” Adam corrects. “And I’ve been here long enough. My brothers would get it.”
Jordan and I laugh making moves to leave the party, and Adam leads the way. The girl under my arm is beaming from ear to ear, smiling at me the entire time we make our exit. Then she’s smiling in my car, enjoying her spot in the passenger seat. She’s smiling when we reach the Sigma house and when she fires up the hot tub.