I reach forward and swipe the White Russian off the table in front of me and take a big swig of it as I throw an arm over the back of the couch. “Fucking delicious,” I announce with a cocky grin. Beau giggles like a schoolgirl all over again. Idiot. I roll my eyes at him and then turn my attention to Summer as I take another sip of the milky disaster in my hand. She’s smiling at me now. And as much as I hate to admit it, I like her eyes on me.
