Jacob laughed as Brit bounced over to the keg. “What do you have on under this God awful sweatshirt?”

“What’s wrong with my hoodie?” I demanded.

He gave me a bland look. “Nothing’s wrong with it if you just rolled out of bed and were going to class, but you’re at a party.” He went for the zipper on my hoodie and pulled it down. “Take it off or I’m taking it off.”

“He’s being serious.” Brit returned with two red plastic cups in her hand. “He once took my shirt off because he wanted to try it on and there I was, standing in a room full of girls, with just my bra.”

I slipped my keys into my jeans and took my hoodie off, dropping it on the back of a nearby camping chair. “Happy?”

Jacob took in my fitted black turtleneck, lips pursed. “Hmm…” He tugged the hem of my sweater up so that it exposed a slice of my lower stomach. Then roughed his hands through my hair, causing the waves to go in every which way. “Better. You have a tight, little body. Fucking own it, girl. Now you’re dressed like as a sexy, lazy college student.”

I took the drink Brit shoved in my hand. “Are you done dressing me like I’m your own personal Barbie?”

“Bitch, if you were my Barbie, you’d be half naked.”

I laughed. “Good thing I’m not.”

He dropped an arm over my shoulder. “I’m glad you’re here. For real.”

“Me too.” And once I said that, I was glad. I was here. I made it. This was huge. I even took a sip of my beer. Look at me. Party animal extraordinaire.

Telling myself I wasn’t looking for anyone in particular, I glanced around the garage. It didn’t take long to find Cam. Being that he was a good head taller than most of the guys around, he was easy to pick out. Seeing that he wasn’t dressed any differently than he normally was brought a smile to my face.

Cam was standing near the beer pong table, arms folded across his chest. His biceps stretched the short-sleeve shirt he wore. I didn’t know what it was with guys dressing like it was warm outside when it was obviously not.

Beside him was Jase, who was as equally tall as Cam, and just as nice to openly gawk at with his slightly longer brown hair. He too was dressed like it was sweltering and a dark tattoo peeked out from underneath his sleeve.

Brit followed my stare and sighed. “I don’t know which one is hotter.”

Cam, to me, won hands down. “Me neither.”

“I’d take them both,” Jacob commented.

“At the same time?” Curiosity filled Brit’s tone.

Jacob grinned. “Hell yeah.”

“A Cam and Jase sandwich.” Brit shivered. “I wish that was on the Dollar Menu.”