My phone vibrates in my hand and I don’t even have to look to know who it is. I look down, opening my phone and see his words.

James: Get away from him.

I close my phone, not wanting Davis to catch a glimpse of the message. “I’ve been good,” I tell him politely. “I just finished my first semester at Columbia. Just got home today actually.”

“That’s badass. Following in big brother’s footsteps then? I’m sure he must be proud as hell.” He jokes. Trust me, he is very proud. I squirm just thinking about him. My phone vibrates again and I realize it’s two text messages.

James: I mean it, Gab.

James: Don’t push me.

The idea that James is jealous and I have the power to rile him up sends a surge of lust through me. My eyes dart around the crowded dance floor, wondering if I’ll meet the eyes of my very pissed off older brother. “You want to dance?” Davis asks but then he shakes his head and begins ticking his fingers as if he’s counting. “Wait, you’re not old enough to be here…”

“Fake,” I tell him and he snaps his fingers in understanding.

“Do James and Mon know you’re here?”

“I’m here with Monica.” I chuckle and his eyes scan the crowd. My phone vibrates again and I chance a glance at it as Davis looks around.

James: You have exactly five seconds to get away from him before I come over and move you myself.

“Word? Where? I haven’t seen her in ages. I hear she’s off being a brain surgeon somewhere.” Monica and James were both popular in high school. James for being…James, and Monica for being his younger sister when she got to high school. Being three years apart, they were in high school together for two years and it might as well have been “Calloway’s World” because everyone else was just living in it. Most of James’ friends all wanted to date Monica and she had a short-lived fling with his best friend that James was less than pleased about.

A brief thought floats through my mind about how James would react if Davis even tried it. Even if James and I weren’t currently fucking each other’s brains out, if these text messages were any indication, I’m pretty sure he’d have a whole fit.

“So, about that dance…” He trails off and gives me a smile that shows off his teeth and I’ll admit he’s aged well. Women probably flock to him in packs but I’m only interested in one man who’s probably having a coronary right now.