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amused to know this trick still worked for me to attract someone.
    "So you're B's roomy?"
    He was one of Lord's friends, then. Interesting. I let my eyes wander on his tall body, drinking him in. He wasn't a preppy looking guy, the kind I loved, but to just to mess around, I avoided that kind of guy at any cost. Preppy looking guys were only if, by some miracle, I wanted to have a relationship, which I didn't want. At. All.
    "And you are flirting with me?"
    His smile broadened at my bluntness. He brushed away his long locks of hair, and I could smell that he had been swimming before coming to the party. Chlorine smell emanated from his skin, it was enticing compared to the awful smell of smoke and alcohol spilled everywhere around the apartment. I glanced around and saw that some people were already starting to leave, scrambling through the door and bumping into the walls. It was late, after all, and most of these people must be getting ready for the new college year starting … tomorrow, since it was already way past two in the morning. A drunk guy stumbled into me, and his sweat coated my arm. I made a face and glared at the idiot, but he was already through the door. Lucky bastard. I looked back at "my" guy who was still smiling at me.
    "Definitely."
    I kept my eyes locked with his baby blues and gave him my most mischievous smile. "Good thing I'm not against the idea of finishing the night in my bedroom." I ignored the squeeze in my chest, the very thing that told me that I was doing what I told myself I wouldn't do anymore. That wasn't who I truly was, and yet … I needed to work off this edge. Seeing Byron lead that girl into his room got to me in a way I couldn't even explain.
    A slight pink hue appeared on the guy’s cheeks , and I applauded myself. This game was easy for me, flirting and leading a guy to mess around with me for some time. All of this was the easiest thing. No complication, no expectations. Just fun.
    "Lead the way, London."
    "Then give me your name."
    He closed the little space between us and lowered his head to my ear. His breath smel led of beer, but it was his breath brushing my bare, slightly sweaty skin that gave me a little shiver.
    "Jordan."
    I grabbed his hand and walked to my bedroom, pushing my way between some people still lingering around. Macon winked at me and gave me a thumbs-up when we walked past him, as he was still chatting up the guy he left me for. I winked back and opened my bedroom; fortunately, it was void of any horny couples.
    I walked in and released his hand before closing the door. He looked around my bare bedroom and then at the bed before his blue eyes landed back on me with a secretive smile. Without any hesitation, I closed the distance between us, pushed him on the bed and crawled next to him, my body flush against him. Focusing my eyes a second longer on his slightly-parted, thin lips, I kissed him.
    I closed my eyes tight er, willing myself to ignore the sounds coming from the other bedroom, but it was difficult. The girl's moans were a little too loud for me. I had to up my game. I had to feel something for the guy I was kissing. I had to not think about what Byron was doing to that girl because the sounds she was making were damn distracting.
    I took Jordan's lower lip between mine, sucking on it lightly before seeking entrance with my demanding tongue. He brushed his tongue against mine, slowly, too slowly for my taste or my mood. I bit on his lower lip and let my hands wander on his firm chest, less musc ular than I thought; definitely less than Byron's chest. And now I was thinking of my roommate while I was kissing another guy. But I kept kissing Jordan, pushing away everything else, forcing my mind to turn off.
    While we kissed, I began to feel his erection pressing hard against his cargo shorts, making him groan low in his throat, and I heard the last people leaving the apartment and the music stopped. We were alone. Byron probably chased away his