Seven

                                    

                                          
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"You're new around here." Zeppelynn turns as she sets the bottle of coke back on the counter. Her eyes scanning over the brunette that walked into the room. Her body adorned in a leopard print mini dress, and bright green eyes that easily captivate. 
                          
"I'm Z. Calum and I became friends over the last month or so." She nods. 
                          
"I'm Wren." The other girl smiles as she mixes herself a drink, "would you wanna go dance maybe?" 
                          
"With a gorgeous girl like you? Always." Z grins, reaching to pull Wren towards the music and people dancing around the living room. 
                          
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Calum grumbles as he wanders into the kitchen, body still tingling with desire for the woman who had so shamelessly danced on him in front of his friends out on the patio. Pouring himself a shot of whiskey and downing it before mixing a Jack and coke, light on the coke. He is not supposed to be feeling this way about Zeppelynn. They'd discussed it, they were supposed to be not interested in anything else... 
                          
Wandering towards the living room his eyes immediately move to the middle of the mass of distant friends dancing. Eyes widening as he sees Z dancing close with Wren, one of the more chill socialites around LA. She'd become pretty good friends with Shica so it wasn't surprising she'd been invited, but watching Zeppelynn's arm around Wren's waist as they danced close was. 
                          
Sipping at his drink as he watched them from across the room Calum has to admit it's kind of hot to watch her grind up on another girl. Wren talking close to Zeppelynn's ear before the latter throws her head back and laughs. 
                          
Calum forces himself to pull his eyes away from the pair, mindlessly greeting friends as he moves through the room, determined to not let himself get jealous. The lap dance had been a dare, it didn't mean anything, and his desire to complete what she'd started was truly a pipe dream he needed to let go of. 
                          
His resolve seems to drop as he catches her tattoo's in his peripheral view, turning as he watched them wrap around Wren's neck, his jaw slacking as he watched Wren lean in and kiss Zeppelynn greedily. 
                          
A green monster roaring to life in his chest as he watched Zeppelynn giggle into the kiss as her lip is pulled. 
                          
Setting his now empty cup aside he tries to act casual as he walks up to the pair. 
                          
"Someone's getting kissed at my party and it isn't me?" He cocks an eyebrow at them as they pull apart. "Now that's just rude." 
                          
"You never asked." Z smirks over at him, his stomach doing a flip at the flush on her cheeks and the slightly swollen look of her lips. 
                          
"I'm great at sharing." Wren adds with a smirk, "we were kind of thinking about getting out of here, you could join us." She adds. 
                          
"Both of you?" Calum holds his gasp back at the thought. 
                          
"Unless that makes you uncomfortable." Zeppelynn smirks, mirth dancing through her coffee colored eyes again. 
                          
"There's a guest room up stairs with a lock." Calum bites his lip slightly as he glances around, "third door on the right at the top of the stairs. I'll meet you both there in five."