A few hours had passed since we’d first stepped into Sophia’s party.
The initial nervousness I’d felt had faded, replaced by a warm, fuzzy sensation that I suspected was from the drinks I’d had. I’d never been much of a drinker—I’d never had the opportunity—so the couple of fruity cocktails Levi had handed me went straight to my head.
Now I was in the pool, the cool water a welcome relief from the heat of the crowded party. Levi swam circles around me, splashing water playfully as I tried to keep my hair from getting too wet.
“Stop it!” I laughed, splashing him back.
“Make me,” he challenged, swimming closer. His wet hair was slicked back, water droplets clinging to his long eyelashes. Even in the dim lighting of the pool area, his green eyes glowed with mischief.
From a nearby table, Lucas sat with his laptop open, his brow furrowed in concentration. He’d stepped away to handle what he called an “emergency pack matter” but had refused to leave the party entirely.
