ELENA EYED THE blond stud in front of her, watching him getting all hot and bothered from preparing for today’s lavish event. Since when did Kieran worry about what he wore? Everyone knew he looked good in whatever clothing he had on. But without it, he looked even better. “Oh, trust me,” she mumbled under her breath, “if I could pick so, I’d make you wear nothing at all.” Her fingers skimmed through fabrics and fabrics of shirts, stopping at the plush feel of cotton. “Apparently, you’re overthinking it.” Elena sat up from the bed and made her way to the agitated blond. “You look good in anything. And, I do too. That’s why we’re friends.” She held the shirt up in front of him and lowered her voice, a raspy hush used in secret exchanges. “Besides, we both know that we won’t stay there long.” She inched closer to him, just close enough to smell that familiar, sweet scent of musk and sea breeze. “That’s not where the real party is at, no?” A wicked glint sparkled in her eyes, making their blues turn darker. Elena and Kieran always did love the wildest parties; they were simply better places for trouble. And better places to look for pretty people. Elena tsked, rolling her eyes in faux jealousy. Or maybe she really was. “Took you long enough to notice, you jerk. You’ve been around gaudy models so much that I already look plain in your eyes.” Her lips pulled into a pout. “Really, Kieran, shame on you.”
Kieran made no move to hide the way he preened under her compliments, always one to soak up attention like a sponge. He loved people fawning over him, searching for affection and admiration with every encounter he had. It was more addicting to him than anything else; a drop of liquor on his tongue, the lightheadedness caused by a joint, neither held a candle to the feeling of reverent hands on him and hushed praises from awed conquests. He eyed the girl before him, enjoying the hungry look in her eyes, taking the shirt from her hands and pulling it on, fingers working the buttons as she spoke. “Yeah, well, I still need to be there long enough to be seen. Unfortunately, I can’t just walk in an walk out, as much as I’d rather stay here and open up a bottle with you.” His hand absentmindedly rests on her hip, thumb rubbing over the silky fabric of her dress. “Or watch you break the hearts of all those pretentious socialites when you come home with me at the end of the night,” he teases, eyes rolling playfully at her accusation. “Believe me, you’re anything but plain,” he assures, hand moving up from her hip to the side of her neck, thumb pressing gently under her jaw to tilt her face up towards him, ocean eyes meeting her own. “They wish they look half as good as you do in this dress.” Planting a quick kiss on her lips, he pulls back before he can get too distracted. “Come on, we’re teetering the edge of fashionably late and rude, and I don’t feel like getting a call from my father about it.”
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