[chapter ten]
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Nya couldn't seem to stop giggling.
She's British, she reminded herself. The British don't giggle.
"Having fun?" Nya looked up to see Jamie standing behind her kitchen chair, his hands resting on her shoulders warmly as he smiled down at her.
Nya nodded a little too vigorously, making the room blur with the motion of her head. "Hot. Very hot in here." She managed to say between giggles. Jamie pulled her chair back and within moments had ushered her outside to the back deck, which was mercifully clear of people. "Where'd everyone go?" She asked, looking around for evidence of the party.
"Jeff said something about a keg stand. Everyone is watching to see if he goes through with it." Jamie said, taking another swig of beer before setting his can down on a nearby table. "I have $20 that says he lasts twenty seconds."
Nya giggled again. "Did you know..." She said haltingly, "...that there are two boys here named Casey? And honestly I can't tell which is which. But apparently, there is Casey with a C and Casey with K. And that's really confusing."
"Mm-hm. Two Caseys."
"Were there two Caseys before I started drinking?" Nya asked seriously.
Jamie bit back a laugh. "Yes, there were two Caseys. Even before the beer."
"Well, thank god."
Jamie laughed. "Had a few beers tonight?"
"Oh yeah!" Nya shouted into the night. "You?"
"You bet."
"Because you're the birthday boy!" Nya said, flinging her arms around his neck and turning the two of them in a circle. "No, wait. It's not your birthday."
"How many beers have you had?" Jamie questioned gently, his hands at her waist to hold her steady.
Nya shook her head and looked serious. "It's not the beer, James. It's that drinking game. It's evil. You know, I think I know more about your friends than I ever really should. One of the Caseys is really deviant."
"Were you playing 'I Never'?" Jamie asked.
Nya nodded solemnly. "Yes. And it's very bad."
"I wish I'd been there. I want to know you." Jamie teased, pulling her closer and nuzzling her ear with his warm breath. Nya squirmed at the feeling, but couldn't seem to order her arms to push him away.
"No. You don't know me." Nya protested, her head telling her to push him away, her heart telling her to close the distance, and the beer shouting for her to drink some more.
"Do."
"Don't."
"Do."
"Don't!" She said forcefully.
"Then let's get to know each other better." Jamie said huskily, his lips brushing her cheek, his hands squeezing her waist.
"Oh my god. American boys really have the worst pick up lines." Nya murmured even as she smiled at the touch of Jamie's lips on her skin.
"Shut up, Nya."
"But...you're wearing leather pants." Nya said with another giggle.
Jamie laughed out loud. "Yes. And you find them very sexy."
Nya grinned up at him. "I do not."
"You find these pants very sexy. These aren't the droids you're looking for." Jamie intoned.
"You aren't a Jedi. You don't have the right midi-chlorians." Nya said smartly, making Jamie laugh at her quick Star Wars quip.
"Are we always going to argue about everything?" Jamie asked as he quieted, his voice sounding serious despite the glint in his eye.
"We will never argue about Jimmie's ability to chug a beer." Nya said in her most flirtatious voice.
"Well, thank god for that."
Jamie murmured, his lips finally closing onto hers, silencing her feeble attempts
at conversation. "Thank god for that." He whispered again, pulling
her close.