Page 62 of What If We Break?
I looked at my fiancé, laughing. “Yet Ming’s stupid enough to agree,” I said.
A moment later, Ming and Rina were making their way into the kitchen to get him some drinks.
I took a deep breath and leaned against Reece. “So, what now?”
His arms closed around my body, holding me tightly in his embrace. “Guess we’re going to have to find a way to stay a little longer. I hope we can get them to leave in an hour.”
I looked up, smirking. “There’s an empty room just?—”
Reece gasped. “Brooklyn Desrosiers-King,” he said, then tsked at me. “Did you just imply that we should—” He leaned down and lowered his voice. “Geta roomto pass the time?”
I shrugged. “That’s what college parties are there for, no?”
“You already had one scandal tonight.”
“Ah, well, one more with my fiancé won’t hurt then.”
27
BROOKLYN
Reece loosened his grip on me just to reach for my hand, and a second later, he pulled me toward the stairs.
I glanced back at the party, the noise and laughter fading into the background as Reece led me upstairs toward the bedrooms. There were some people up there, but far less than downstairs. Most of them were eager to use one of the bathrooms or hookup.
The air felt cooler up here, quieter, almost intimate in an unnatural way. Reece’s hand was warm in mine, his touch soft and reassuring as he led me through the dimly lit hallway.
A few students glanced at us as we passed them, but none of them uttered a word.
As we reached one of the many bedrooms, Reece opened the door and popped his head inside to check it was empty. It seemed to have been occupied because Reece quickly shut the door again, shaking his head.
“That looked like it hurt,” he said.
I didn’t even dare ask what he just saw. “Maybe we should try another room?”
Reece leaned down, pressing his lips to my forehead. “Sounds like a good idea.”
We continued down the hall, passing a couple of closed doors with semi-loud music blaring from inside. It seemed like people were busy in them, so Reece didn’t even stop to check if they were empty—he just assumed they weren’t.
At the far end of the hallway, we finally found a quiet room. Reece turned the doorknob slowly, pushed the door open, and checked to see if it was empty. The room revealed a small but cozy space with a neatly made bed and a desk cluttered with textbooks and notes. It looked as if nobody had been inside before, at least not tonight.
My fiancé pushed me into the room, but as he was about to enter, he looked toward the other end of the hall. Suddenly, a mischievous grin tugged at his lips before he winked and finally followed me into the room.
“Who’d you wink at?” I asked as Reece closed the door behind him, locking it.
“Fynn,” he told me. “He just came upstairs and looked at me, so I might as well provoke him a little.”
“Because he’s far from getting laid?”
Reece nodded. “He suggested it was a good idea that I fucked you tonight.”
My eyebrows shot up. “What?”
“Well, technically he suggested I cheat on you and don’t give a fuck about you, but you know? He saidfuck Brooke, so…”
The idea of Fynn giving relationship advice was utterly absurd—especially since it was the worst ‘advice’ ever—and the thought of Reece taking it seriously was even more hilarious.
Reece loved me and certainly wasn’t someone who’dcheat. He couldn’t even cheat on a test, what made Fynn think he was going to cheat onme?
