Chapter 6
SIX
HE KNOWS MY DIRTY LITTLE SECRET
Hannah
I’m uncomfortable.
I’ve been to college parties before, but the fact that random people are sitting on my bed, and I can’t just disappear into my own room to get away from them, makes me tense—something that Nolan can’t seem to stop pointing out.
He’s been teasing me since I walked in the door, and I’m seconds from going into his room to sleep and leaving him out here for the rest of the night.
“So, Hayes’s sister…”
I swing my attention to Saint. He introduced himself to me three seconds after Van pulled me into the living room.
“I have a name,” I say softly, trying not to be a bitch.
His cheek lifts. “Hannah.”
At least he remembered it.
“You got a boyfriend?”
Nolan snorts from the other end of the living room. I swing my gaze to him, and he’s staring right at me. His eyebrow hitches, as if he’s wanting to see how this entire thing plays out.
I know it’s only because he knows my dirty little secret, and to be honest, it’s kind of pissing me off a little.
An idea pops into my head. It’s a bad idea—one that will make my brother irate, and Nolan too, so I choose to ignore it.
I sip on my mixed drink and force myself to keep my face smooth, even though the bitter taste of vodka makes me want to vomit right in Saint’s lap.
“I don’t have a boyfriend,” I finally say, pulling my attention back to the hotshot baseball player.
Apparently, Saint is one of the top baseball players in college right now—something he humbly disagreed with when brought up.
“No boyfriend?” There’s a twinkle in his eye, and I can’t help but play along.
“Nope,” I say, letting the word plop out of my mouth.
Saint smiles at me before pulling his beer up to his lips. He’s super hot. Too hot for me. I know he’s experienced. It’s written all over his devious grin and bedroom eyes.
“Are you looking for a boyfriend?” he asks, scooting a little closer to me on the couch.
I lower my voice after briefly catching Nolan’s eye. Stop looking at me like that.
“Not really.” I stare into Saint’s eyes for a quick second and then drop my attention to his mouth.
His tongue jolts out between his lips and wets them. “Want to go somewhere else and talk? Van won’t shut the hell up.”
A laugh leaves me. He’s right. Van is tipsy and loud.
“Uh…” I impulsively flick my gaze to Nolan. He narrows his eyes and grins, and it does nothing but fuel my bad idea.
“You know what?” 3, 2, 1. “Sure. Follow me.”
I stand on steady feet, and Saint, pleased beyond belief, does the same. My hand falls to his, and I keep my back to Nolan the entire time, because I already know he’s watching my every move.
Van’s loud voice is beginning to disappear the farther we get down the hallway. I place my palm on Nolan’s bedroom door and turn the knob with my heart racing.
I expect Nolan to come rushing after us, especially since he has a direct line to the hallway and can likely see me entering his room with Saint, but to my surprise, he doesn’t follow.
The door latches behind me, and Saint’s hands fall to my hips.
“Alone at last,” he whispers, gently pushing me against the wall beside the door. Then he kisses me, and I realize right away that I’ve made a grave mistake.