CHAPTER SIX
ZOEY
By the time we’re dropped off at the third stop, I’m beyond buzzed, though part of me thinks the alcohol isn’t the only thing making me feel high on life. The moment Riley’s lips touched mine, my world tilted, and I never wanted anything more than to get lost in his kiss.
I love how he can’t keep his hands off me, the way my body responds when he’s close, and the harsh feel of his facial hair against my soft skin. I want to scratch my nails down his back as our bodies rock in rhythm on the dance floor. His movements heighten my senses, making me wish we were alone so I could do inappropriate things to him.
There’s a nice rooftop patio at the club, and it’s where we all meet. My sister is happily plastered, and she has that glassy look on her face that tells me she’s no
