it.
âWell ⦠I guess I do have to eat,â she said.
âWoo-hoo!â Alex grabbed her in an impulsive hug that turned into a kiss. Tommi didnât even remember that Duck-face was still outside until she heard him let out a wolf whistle. She pulled her face away from Alexâs, both of them laughing.
âCome on,â Tommi said. âLetâs go in and vote.â
The two of them strolled into the house hand in hand to join the debate about where to eat. Tommi was trying to enjoy the feelingâthis tentative-new-couple stage was one of her favorite parts of a relationship. But she was distracted by the sense of time passing. Tick-tock, tick-tock. Every minute that went by was one less she would get to sleep tonight.
âTommi?â Courtney waved her hand in front of Tommiâs face. âWake up. Youâre the deciding vote.â
âHuh?â Tommi blinked, realizing sheâd spaced out while the others were talking. âOh. Um, Thai sounds good.â
Half the crowd cheered, while the rest groaned or cussed her out playfully. Alex leaned closer and planted a kiss on her cheek.
âExcellent choice, Miss Aaronson,â he said.
âThanks, Mr. Nakano.â She smiled at him, suddenly annoyed with herself for stressing out over something so stupid. What was the big deal? She was young and enjoying life. A little lost sleep shouldnât even be on her radar.
âEasy, tiger,â Zara murmured as she felt Grantâs hand slip inside her clothes. âWe donât want to put on a show for the driver.â
âWhy stop now?â The cabbie, a skinny guy with an Eastern European accent and a sarcastic streak, glanced at them in the rearview. âI was about to start filming this for YouTube.â
âWeâre paying you to drive, not to crack lame jokes,â Zara reminded him. She glanced out the window, forcing her eyes to focus until the dancing, swirling lights settled down into their normal patterns and she could see that they were only a couple of blocks from the loft. Wow, how many drinks had she had, anyway?
Not as many as Grant, at least. The boy was seriously drunk. He was already groping at her again, mumbling a bunch of crap about how she made him feel. If only his prep school friends could see him now! She smiled at the thought.
âSo tonight was fun,â she said, grabbing the armrest as the cab swerved around a stopped car. The driver leaned out the open window and let out a torrent of curses in whatever language he spoke.
âYeah, it was great,â Grant slurred, clumsily running his hand up her leg. âIâve never met anyone like you, Zara.â
âIâll bet you havenât.â She smirked, feeling good about how the evening had gone. Grant was sweet, and she just loved corrupting a sweet guy.
âHere we are, young lovers,â the cabbie announced, skidding to a stop in front of the loft. âNow get out of my cab before I have to disinfect it.â
âGive it a rest, dude,â Zara said. âListen, make sure this guy gets home, okay?â She gave him Grantâs Upper East Side address,hoping she was remembering it right. But whateverâguys like Grant always landed on their feet, right? âTrust me, heâs got the cash to pay when you get there.â
âWhatever.â The cabbie shrugged, turning up the radio.
Grant seemed to clue in to what was going on. He grabbed Zara, turning her to face him. âWait. When will I see you again?â he asked.
Instead of answering, she grabbed him for a good-night kiss. He cradled her face with one hand and her ass with the other, bending her back against the car door. Zara put everything she had into itâdrunk or not, she wanted him to remember this. Then the cabbie started muttering under his breath and Zara pulled back, straightening her skirt.
âIâll call you, okay?â she said. âSee