Chapters (34)
- Title Page
- Copyright
- Table of Contents
- About This Book
- Playlist
- Dedication
- Prologue
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Epilogue
- Preview of Love Unexpected
- Acknowledgments
- Also by Q.B. Tyler
- About the Author
“It’s okay,” I whisper because despite my annoyance I am happy to see him. “Except my friends are lowkey obsessed with you and I can’t do anything about it.” My lips form a frown and I look up at him. “I know you like to be nice but don’t…entertain my friends.”
He trails a finger down my face. “Baby, when have I ever?”
“When you’re being polite.” I push him back so that we’re not pressed against each other when Aubrey and Luna return with the drinks.
“You’re cute when you’re jealous.”
I raise an eyebrow at him. “You want to play this game, here? Because according to Luna, I’ve attracted quite a bit of attention in this dress specifically my ass in this dress and you can’t claim me here either.”
He raises an eyebrow at me but I see the glint of annoyance pass over his face. “Is that so? Speaking of which, why does Harper think you’re seeing someone? I assume that means you haven’t told her.” His hand reaches up and drags down my face before rubbing my chin with his thumb.
“Not exactly…and I may have checked my phone a few times looking for a text from you.” My cheeks heat slightly at my comment.
He brushes my hair behind my shoulder and drags his knuckles up my neck and cheek. “I didn’t want to keep texting you. I was trying to give you some space tonight.”
“Yes, I see that.” I raise an eyebrow at the fact that he’s currently standing in front of me.
“You want to dance?” He nods over his shoulder.
“At a bar where all my friends are?”
“There’s another bar upstairs; come on. Isaac will keep Harper busy.”
I furrow my brows before cocking my head to the side. “Does Isaac know?”
He nods and pulls my drink from my hand and downs the rest of it in one gulp. “I told him.”
My eyes widen to the size of saucers and I lean forward. “You did!? What did he say? What does he think?”
“He was both a little drunk and potentially high on coke, so he had some questions but I think he’s reserving judgement until he’s sober.”
Anxiety washes over me as I remember that he’s currently with my roommate on the dancefloor. “Do you think he’ll tell Harper?”
He shakes his head. “I told him not to say anything to anyone right now.”
“Do you trust him?”