A Promise Gone Wrong

Chapter Twenty: Heart Strings

"Mmm, fine," he caves, leaning back so I can get up. 

Shaking my head, I grab my shopping bag with one hand while using the other to ruffle my fingers through his hair on my way out of the curtain. He catches my hand as he follows along behind me. It isn't until we reach the DDR machine where Brielle and Dylan are still battling each other that I peer over my shoulder and catch him going through our photos, a tiny blush on his cheeks. 

"You two are hogging the machine," I call out to our friends. "Don't tell me you've been tying up matches this whole time."

"No, he beat me one round and we've tied every match since," Brielle huffs. 

They're both visibly sweating at this point but I know her determination and competitive nature are relentless. 

"Alright, they're back now so I'm done," Dylan exhales a long breath, stopping in the middle of their final match and coming to drape an arm across Cameron's shoulders for support. His thick hair is damp, and his skin is dripping. 

"Bro, why would you keep going if you already won?" Cameron chuckles. 

"It's funny watching her try so hard," he replies, and we all glance up to find Brielle glaring daggers at him. 

What I find funny is the way they ramble about their dancing duel our entire walk out to the parking lot. An unlocking stranger could easily assume they were already dating, especially from the subtle ways they poke and slap at each others arms as they talk.

Hmm, I was going to wait until we were alone to give her the gift card but--

"Oh, Brielle, I almost forgot," I blurt, tapping her on a shoulder with one hand in case my words aren't enough to get her attention. She stops beside me and quirks a brow as I pull out my wallet and extend both gift cards to her.

"These are for Victoria's Secret," I explain, and don't miss the way Cameron's eyes narrow with confusion. "One has two hundred and the other might just have a few dollars left on it, but I want you to have them."

Her back is to the boys as she gushes over the cards and chokes me with hugs in her gratitude, so she misses Dylan's jaw drop when he realizes she'll be buying and wearing something sexy under her clothes.

"Better make sure that kiss is good," I overhear Cameron teasingly whisper to his friend before using a hand to push the guy's mouth shut just as Brielle turns around.

"What are you man-whores whispering about?" she scowls.

"Nothing," they reply.

All I can do is shake my head.

"Where did you park?" Dylan asks her, stepping forward and glancing around the lot.

"Not too far," she casually shrugs and then narrows her eyes with suspicion. "Why?"

"I'll walk you," he offers, meeting her eyes and from her place beside me I can actually hear her breathing hitch. It's got to be from staring into those deep, brown eyes of his. They're like pools of melting milk chocolate.

What is he plotting, to kiss her at the car?

Would it be weird if I watched?