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he gripped my waist. It was completely unnecessary, but he was a grabby little thing. Okay—so he wasn’t little by any means. He was taller than me, and I swear, every day he got fuller. And yes, he had picked up on using the nickname they both knew irritated me.
    I shrugged out of his hold and walked down the hallway. “Put some clothes on, Carter. You’re killing my eyes.”
    “Yeah, I hear ya, babe. You know me in my boxers is the highlight of your day.” He chuckled when I just kept walking. He was so arrogant.
    Sifting through my closet, I couldn’t help but smile at all the colors and choices. I never had so many pieces of clothing to choose from until now. Karen is always buying things for Casey and me; my job at the local coffee house also helped with expenses. I got scholarships and other financial aid for school, but I still had to pay for books, so a job was a must. Now that school was in full session I only worked weekends, but it gave me a sense of purpose. I loved the small little café and the people who owned it.
    I settled on a pair of skinny jeans and a wraparound pink shirt I picked up at Bergner’s during a sale. It was late October and the air was growing chill, so it was time to break out the fall attire.
    I slipped on my socks followed by a pair of knee-high suede boots, pulled my long brown hair into a pony tail, and called it enough.
    After gathering up my coffee and jelly-filled donut Casey prepared for me, I followed her out to the car. She waited until we were on the road, five minutes into our drive, before talking. “We have to stop by Dylan’s place. Mom wants us to give him the stack of mail he had on the table.”
    “Well, if he came home to visit more often, he would be able to get it himself,” I added. I wasn’t happy about going near Dylan’s fraternity. Those guys were nasty with wild parties and even wilder hookups. They were not shy about their sexuality in even the smallest way.
    “Plus I haven’t seen Seth in two days and I want to surprise him.” Casey gave me her best pouting expression and I rolled my eyes at the attempt. She knew I had no other choice but to tag along. She was driving, so where she went, I went.
    As we pulled up to the older three-story white house, I could almost feel the disgusting vibes spilling through the windows. I had been here only twice, but on both occasions I heard and saw things I will never be able to wash out of my mind. I swear—the girls who walked willingly through those doors had no morals. They would do just about anything with anyone to be invited. It was vile.
    “Come on. I’m sure most of them are still in bed sleeping off last night’s blast.” Casey motioned for me to follow, but I remained seated in the car.
    “I think I’ll just wait here,” I told her as I waved her off.
    “Uh no you won’t,” she said as she slammed her door before walking around and jerking mine open. “You are not going to make me go in there alone.”
    She took my hand in hers and dragged me out of the car. I thought about screaming for help, but I was sure no one was awake to hear me. So I followed with an unhappy scowl on my face. It only made her laugh.
    I knew the moment we entered and Seth came out of the kitchen wearing only a pair of sweats hanging very low on his hips that I had lost her. She became all gooey and sauntered off toward him, wrapping her arms around his neck.
    “Hey, baby,” he said just before her lips covered his. His hands gripped her ass and pulled her closer as she moaned. I turned my head, feeling as if I was some pervert watching.
    “Hey, Payton, take these to Dylan.” I turned around to find her once again occupied as Seth shoved his tongue down her throat. If I wanted to get out of here, I had to get things done myself; she was a lost cause. I grabbed the mail from her hand and climbed the stairs to the second floor, hurrying to Dylan’s room. I thought it would be simple to just open his door, toss the