interesting transition?” he asks, his voice light.
I shift to look at him and our foreheads bump, making us cringe and move apart. I hadn’t realized how close we were sitting. “Yeah, in a good way though,” I respond with a smile.
“You say that now, wait until winter hits,” Skylar says, tossing his drink back.
I laugh. “You’re right.”
Nina pulls me close to her. “I just saw my friend Priscilla get here,” she says and points at a short girl in zebra print pants. “I’m going to say hi. Be right back!” She leaves before I can say anything else.
“She’s a social butterfly, that one,” Skylar says, shaking his head with a smile, totally checking out Nina’s ass as she walks away.
“She’s … something all right,” I offer.
Skylar laughs. He has a fun laugh that makes me smile. His Adam’s apple bobs as he does it. He reminds me of my brother in a strange way, maybe because they’re both tall and skinny. Skylar is obviously hotter than my brother, to me anyway.
“So you’re a playwright? You look like you play in a band or something,” I say, taking a sip of my drink.
“Eh, I used to until I realized I was going to die of starvation if I didn’t do something else,” he says.
I laugh. “So you chose to write plays for small income venues?” I ask, raising an eyebrow.
“Touché. I’m good at it though, and it’s actually paying the bills quite nicely,” he says, a smug grin spreading over his face.
“You don’t look like the clubbing type either,” I point out.
Skylar throws his head back in laughter. “You don’t like to generalize at all, do you?”
I cringe and laugh along with him. “Sorry! It’s kind of true though!”
“It is true,” Sky says with a chuckle. “My brother owns the place, so I come hang out here sometimes. Usually upstairs in his office, but since Nina was coming …” He lets his words drown in the music as he turns his face away from me to look at my cousin.
“Cool.” I don’t know whether or not I should bring up Nina. I want to continue talking to him so I can get my mind off of Nick and the fact that his stare is burning a hole on the side of my face.
“You want another drink?” Skylar asks, standing up.
I jiggle my glass to show him I still have plenty and watch him walk off to the bar. I bite down on my lip and readjust the bottom of my dress before opening my clutch purse and taking out my phone. I write a text message to Allie letting her know I caved and went out with Nina, because that’s what you do when you’re sitting by yourself and don’t want to look awkward. The leather seat dips beside me and I jump slightly, whipping my head to look at who sat next to me.
“Brooklyn,” Nick says, tilting his head to appraise me, his eyes cataloging every inch of my face. “I’m Nick, we met the other day.”
“Yeah, I remember. How are you?” I say, offering him a smile, hoping he doesn’t realize that having him sitting so close to me makes me feel like a bowl of Jell-O.
“I’m great,” he says, his mouth quirking up, calling my attention. My eyes stay stuck on the fullness of his lips as I watch him speak. “What a small world, huh?”
I nod slowly, bringing my eyes back to his. God, those fucking eyes are so expressive. I swear he’s telling me he wants to fuck me. I’m not kidding, I’m not imagining it. He’s really telling me that with his eyes.
“Yeah, small world.” I all but squeak.
“You come here a lot?” he asks, bumping his knees against mine as he scoots closer to me. The rough denim of his jeans against my bare legs is causing goose bumps to break out over my skin. I rub my legs over with my hands and notice how his eyes stay glued to them.
“Nope. First time.”
He tears his eyes away from my legs and looks into my eyes again.
“Shea mentioned you were going to be working at Harmon?”
My eyebrows furrow, wondering where this conversation is going. “Yeah …”
He flashes me a
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