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“Jay, go up and accept your trophy.”
    I licked my lips. The bitterness of lemons coated my tongue. Evie had been sucking on one from her virgin cocktail all night.
    Our gazes met.
    “I won’t make this easy for you,” I whispered to her.
    Before she could respond, I walked off to accept my trophy and wandered through the massive sea of shocked faces that gestured from Cynthia to Evie and whispered in their neighbors’ ears.

 

     
    During the news conference after the ceremony, reporters bombarded Jay with questions about the kisses. He replied with, “no comment,” and pointed to the next person. After the tenth time of answering the same way, everyone moved to the typical topics.
    “Will you be finishing college or entering the NFL draft next year?”
    “What teams do you want to play for?”
    “Have you been talking to owners yet?”
    Jay was born to be in front of the cameras. With each question, he gave the reporters just enough to satisfy them, but nowhere near enough to truly answer the group. His face wore a cheerful expression with that winning smile, but his gaze darted throughout the crowd, searching. When it landed on Evie, he let his shoulders relax and the wrinkle that had formed in the middle of his forehead smoothed.
    She’s still here, Jay. Don’t worry.
    Evie hadn’t said anything to either of us since the kiss. She just tapped her left foot over and over and checked her watch. Any fool could sense that a violent storm was coming soon, and I wasn’t exactly sure that I wouldn’t be harmed in the process. My stomach was twisted in knots of worry the rest of the night.
    Could this be the day when everything is all over?
    The plan had been to go celebrate in clubs all over the city after the event, but when we climbed into the taxi, Evie gave the driver our hotel address. No one countered it, not even Jay who held his trophy in his arms. Business cards stuffed his pockets, most from agents and the rest from publicists who believed he would need some media cleaning up soon. All three of our phones rang over and over. None of us had the courage to pick up.
    They’re probably just calling to congratulate Jay, but regardless, they’ll most likely ask about the kisses.
    Once we arrived at the hotel, Evie yanked those heels off, jumped out of the cab, stormed through the lobby, tapped her bare foot on the elevator in a furious motion, and burst through the door of our room.
    Jay stopped me from going in. “You don’t have to deal with this. I’m the one who messed up.”
    “You didn’t really mess up. You were just too excited and forgot.”
    “No.” He tossed me an evil grin. “I meant to kiss her in public like that, and as far as I’m concerned, it’s worth her chewing me out, but you don’t have to be around for the argument.”
    “I’m a part of this just like the two of you. I’ll be fine.” I stepped into the room, spotted Evie’s angry expression, and immediately regretted my words. Jay came in, took off his suit jacket, and closed the door behind us.
    Maybe I should go downstairs for a while.
    “Not only did you embarrass Cynthia and me.” Evie pointed at him. “You ruined your career.”
    Jay set his trophy and jacket on the table. “Oh really? What career?”
    “Teams want you. I read some article about how you would get loads of offers from companies to sell their brands. Not happening anymore. You kissed two women while cameras were on you, and not friendly little kisses. You devoured our mouths! Really? That’s going to bring up all types of discussion on your morals and character, besides the fact that it made Cynthia look like an idiot girlfriend and me a boyfriend-stealing whore.”
    He crossed his arms over his chest. “First of all, I’m not even in the draft yet and don’t know if I’m ready for the pros, so slow down.”
    “Whatever, Jay.”
    He shook his head. “Second of all, it didn’t make either one of you look like idiots or whores. You’re