Chapter 41

They climbed from the car, made sure the doors were locked, and worked their way through the sea of cars.

He held out an arm, Eliza slid hers through the crook of his elbow, and they stepped up on to the decorated porch. Making their way to the front door, numerous costumed party-goers gawked as they walked past.

“I think everyone’s staring at you,” she leaned in and whispered.

But James shook his head and fought down a laugh. “Nope, not me. You.”

“What?” she started to protest, but they’d already arrived at the door.

James opened it up, the bass hitting them like the blast from a shockwave and allowed her step in first. She was a little shy and overwhelmed it seemed to him, especially eyeing all the revelry. There were extravagant decorations everywhere, black lights in random places, but that wasn’t the sight of her searching gaze. It was the students doing shots and making out and various other lewd activities in dark corners of the rooms.

“It was never this wild when I came