Seth & Greyson (The Coincidence #7)(22)

“That’s debatable,” I argue, scooping up the drink in front of me.

Greyson chuckles as he slides his arm along the booth, so the crook of his elbow is resting just behind my head. Even though he’s not touching, I can feel his nearness all over me. Panic flashes through me and I take a few measured breaths as I glance around the busy club. People are dry humping each other on the dance floor, flirting at the bar, and hanging out in booths. All having fun, totally relaxed, like I should be.

“She’s just a hook up,” Luke explains, setting down his empty glass. “It’s not like I’m trying to date her or anything.”

“Have you even dated anyone, ever?” I ask with doubt.

He rolls his eyes like what I said is the most absurd thing he’s ever heard. “Yeah, right.”

“Never once?” I question. “Not even in high school?”

With his jaw set tight, he looks out at the dance floor. “It’s not my thing, okay?”

I open my mouth to press more, but Greyson brushes his finger across the back of my neck and shakes his head, signaling for me to let it go. The touch causes my mind to instantly go back to the kiss we shared earlier and I start getting wound up all over again. It makes me a bit nervous, though, being out with people.

Luke abruptly rises to his feet. “I think I’m going to go get a drink.” He strides off toward the bar, pushing people out of his way.

“Are you my voice of reason now?” I ask in a low tone, leaning in toward Greyson.

“Hey, you’re the one who said you cross personal boundaries sometimes.” His smile lights up his eyes. “I thought I’d help you out. He seemed a little upset.”

“I wonder why.”

“I’m sure he has a reason, but I don’t think he wanted to talk about it.”

I swish the ice around in the glass. “What about you?”

His forehead furrows. “What about me?”

I roll up my sleeves and rest my arms on the table. “How many guys did you date in high school?”

He lifts the brim of his glass to his mouth and sips a long drink before setting it back down. “You really want a number?”

I nod, even though I’m not really sure I do.

He huffs out a sigh then counts down on his fingers. “Five total.”

I try to decide if that’s a lot. Since he came out when he was fourteen and his parents were okay with him dating, that doesn’t seem so bad. But it makes me look very pathetic and inexperienced.

Strands of his hair fall into his eyes as he tips his head forward and stares into his glass. “What about you?” He lifts his gaze to me and my heart slams against my chest, harder than the beat of the bass in the song playing from the sound system.

“I don’t really want to tell you.”

“Why not?” His lip pops out to a sexy pout. I don’t think he even realizes he’s doing it, which makes it even sexier.

“Because it’s going to make you think I’m lame.”

“I would never think you’re lame.”

“Yeah, we’ll see.” I sigh, placing a hand over my scars. “One.”

His head cocks to the side. “One?”

I nod, shamefaced. “Yep, just one.”

He brushes his hair out of his eyes. “I don’t know why, but I thought it’d be more.”

“Yeah, I grew up in a small town, so there weren’t a lot of options,” I explain in a tight voice. “Plus, the town I grew up in didn’t make it easy. Everyone knows everyone, so I couldn’t even sneak out on a date without it getting back to my mother.” I sigh again. “It probably makes me sound pathetic that I just didn’t say to hell with what everyone thinks.”

“It’s not pathetic.” He covers my hand with his. “It wasn’t always easy for me, either, and I had two supportive parents. I can’t even imagine how hard it’s been for you. Did you have any friends or anything to support you?”

My fingers flex below his and even though it’s almost instinct at this point to pull away, I force myself to keep my hand where I want it to be. “I had a couple, but no one close.”

“What about the guy you dated?”

I smash my lips together so forcefully I feel like they’re going to bruise.

“Seth.” His eyes soften and I swear he can read right through me, see the scars hidden on the inside of me, beneath my skin, along my heart, across my soul.

Tears start to burn in my eyes, but I suck them back. “Can we talk about something else? I don’t think I’m ready for this conversation yet.”

“Okay.” He easily lets it go and I like him even more because of it.

We spend the next few hours talking and drinking. When he asks me to dance, I feel bad when I say no.

“I don’t think I’m ready for that,” I explain apologetically. “I’m sorry.”

“That’s okay.” His lips tug to a small smile, covering up his disappointment. He looks at his watch and his eyes widen. “Shit, it’s after three o’clock. What do you say we head back to campus?”

“I actually like that idea a lot. I’m starting to reach my sleep drunk phase.” My gaze skims the dance floor, the bar, and the entrance. “But where the hell is Luke?”