“I wonder where Kyla and Aiden are?”

Spencer gets this uncomfortable look, like she wants to ask something or say something but she doesn’t know if she should. Before I can ask her what it is though, I spot Glen, Chelsea and my boy-toy of the month, Chris.

Chris is on me in seconds, his hands gripping my hips and easily lifting me onto the kitchen counter. His tongue thrusting into my mouth without so much as a hello. I don’t mind his haste, I’m used to it, hell, I encourage it. I don’t have much use for him, or others like him, for anything but physical gratification. Besides, I realize know I’m feeling pretty hot and bothered anyway for some reason, so I meet his tongue with equal fervor. For a minute or two we stay like that, pressed together and simply ignoring everyone around us, but I guess my attention span is lacking tonight, because I can’t help but hear the conversation going on next to us. Well, maybe conversation is the wrong word.

“No, Spencer, I just don’t like you hanging around like the huge dork you are. Besides, don’t you get withdrawal symptoms or something when you’re away from your books for too long?”

“Same can be said for you and your basketball, Glen. Can you even have a conversation that doesn’t include the words slam dunk and hoop in it? Does your vocabulary even extend to other, bigger words?”

I laugh into Chris’s mouth at that, because it’s true. Glen can only talk basketball, I don’t know how Chelsey spends as much time with him as she does. Chris pulls back and glares at me, not liking my lack of interest in what we were doing. I ignore him as I catch Spencer’s eye for a second and what I see confuses me. She’s looking pretty pissed off, but kinda sad too. The confusing part is she only started looking sad when her eyes met mine. Like I made her sad or something. A second later and Chris is doing that thing with his tongue in my ear and I remember my rather aroused state. Blue green eyes flash and then turn away as I let Chris kiss my neck.