Adonis
Fuck!
I was officially done with events. I had already attended way too many in a given period of time and for me, this was f*****g enough. Brooke had introduced me to a couple of people at the party, and their attention was literally arrested, making them attack me with thousands of f*****g annoying questions.
Torture.
I would have been better off sitting in some chair all night and getting to watch Leilani in the ocean waves, wet and soft. But I wouldn’t even get that chance because some girls might get it in their head to skinny dip in front of me. Or worse, try to strike a conversation.
But instead, now, I was sitting outside a wooden cabin some distance away from the main party, music filtering in the air as the salty twinge from it flirted with my skin. What was I f*****g
