I roll my eyes. “Oily hands in no way prevent you from taking your own briefs off.” But I still hook my fingers under his elastic waistband, because what woman would ever say no to sliding what’s essentially underwear off this hottie’s body?
I slip my hands under the briefs and squeeze his butt cheeks. His ass is so muscular, it’s insane.
Fitz’s eyes flare. “Don’t do that,” he warns. “You’ll make me hard.”
“You’re the one who wanted me to undress you.”
“You’re right. What was I thinking?” He swats my hands away and drops trou on his own.
I have one brief, glorious moment to admire his sweet penis before he has the trunks on and is tightening the drawstring. “How do I look?” he asks.
“Fuckable.” I reach around to smack his ass. “Now get back to work.”
He chuckles as I usher him out of the dressing space and get him in position. Nate walks off the runway, and Fitz steps onto it, but before he walks, he winks at me and murmurs, “I wouldn’t do this for just anybody, you know.”
“I know. And I love you for it.”
Brenna sighs as he disappears. “You two are so sappy.”
“Yup. I own that.” I grin at her. “You still seeing McCarthy?” She’s being very mum about her love life lately.
She shrugs. “Not really. He’s in Boston. I’m in Hastings. I’m not going to make that much of an effort for a Harvard boy.”
“What if it was Connelly?” I counter. “Would you make the trek to see him?”
“What’s with you and Connelly?” she demands in exasperation. “I swear, you’re obsessed with the guy. He’s an arrogant ass, Summer.”
“But he’s so hot.”
“Arrogant asses tend to be hot. That’s how they become arrogant asses.”
Fitz returns with loud cheers in his wake, and I urge Hollis to get out there. He’s closing my show, and he milks the finale for all he’s worth. Flexing his biceps as he plants his hands on his hips. Showing off the hard ridges of his abs as he does his turn. And then my part is over and the Kappa sisters are hugging me, and a few of my classmates congratulate me on a job well done.
Ben is up next, so my friends and I clear the wings for him and his models. Brenna and the Kappas go to sit in the audience while Fitz and the others change into their clothes. I thank each of them profusely for their help, and a pang of sadness tugs at my heart at Hunter’s noticeable absence. Fitz and I agreed it’s best to give Hunter space, but it still sucks knowing I’d hurt him.
When it’s just Fitz and me (and he’s wearing clothes), I grab the back of his head to tug his mouth to mine. “Thank you,” I whisper against his lips. “You literally saved my life.”
“Well, not literally,” he whispers back.
“Literally,” I argue, and his lips twitch in humor before covering mine again.
Someone gasps from behind us, and we break apart to see Nora standing several feet away. At first she’s pale with shock, but then her lips twist in a nasty grimace and she spits out, “I can’t believe you, Fitz. That’s who you were talking about? Her?”
And then she stomps off, her pink-streaked black hair whipping as she spins around.
I turn to him in confusion. “What did she mean, what you were talking about? When did you talk to her?”
“Right after we slept together for the first time,” he says gruffly. “I told her I couldn’t go out with her again because I started seeing somebody.”
“Oh. You didn’t mention that.”
“To be honest, I forgot.”
I’d forgotten about Nora too, at least in relation to Fitz. She’s no longer a threat to me, although I do feel bad that she witnessed us kissing when I know she had a crush on him.
Do you, though? inner Selena Gomez asks. I can tell she’s trying not to stick her tongue out at me.
Fine. Maybe I don’t feel that bad.
“Should I go talk to her?” he says in concern.
“Absolutely not,” I say cheerfully. “She’s a big girl, and she’ll get over it.”
The fashion show ends around nine thirty, which was when it was scheduled to start before Laurie decided that tearing apart my essay and embarrassing me in front of the class wasn’t enough. But his attempt to sabotage me tonight failed. And I don’t miss the anger in his eyes when Mallory Reyes pulls me aside at the Briar-hosted after-party and raves about my designs. She can’t get enough of the bohemian influence mingled with my modern glam style, and she says as much to Laurie as he stands there glowering at me over her head.
“Come talk to me before the semester ends so we can brainstorm your work placement for your senior year. I have some ideas.” She glances at Laurie. “I adore this girl’s style, Erik. It’s a lot of fun.”