seven
Lee
Shayna stomps off and I fail at trying not to stare at the way her dress clings to her ass. It took a Herculean effort not to let my gaze dip to her cleavage when she was sitting beside me.
Miles returns and watches Shayna leave. He shakes his head and sits. “You’re completely screwed.”
“What are you talking about?”
He nods in the direction Shayna took off in. “You’re still hung up on her.”
I stare toward the hallway of the bathrooms, wanting to run over to them, lock her in a stall, and make her hear my side of the story. “I am not. I just need her to know I’m not the loser she thinks I am. That the bet in college had nothing to do with what transpired between us afterward.”
Miles doesn’t smile and his eyes leave mine when Bryce laughs at something Brady says. “Who cares
