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him.
He hesitated and then reached out and ran a finger down my face. “I will make you dinner any time. Breakfast, if you’ll let me.”
My breath caught in my throat as I struggled for something to say in response to this. I should put a stop to whatever was shifting between us right now, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. Instead, I murmured a good-bye and flew down the sidewalk, safely out of his reach. I wasn’t sure how I felt about Liam McAvoy any more. I only knew I should stay away from him, even as I realized that I didn’t want to.
chapter ten
The beat of the latest Macklemore single pumped through the bar. Sweaty bodies pushed around me, calling out drink orders, while I sipped on a gin and tonic. I searched the crowd for Jess or Cassie, not sure I would even see them when they finally made an appearance. It felt good to be at Garrett’s, like I’d rediscovered my equilibrium after a week of flirtations with Liam. He hadn’t asked me out again, but it was pretty clear from our interactions in Markson’s class that the offer stood. Here at Garrett’s, I was reminded of who I was: a girl who didn’t need a boy. It was fun to bring them home once in a while, but I wasn’t about to get into anything serious, especially with a guy on a temporary student visa.
A hand grabbed my body, and I shoved the guy next to me.
“Sorry,” he slurred. “Lost my balance.”
“Try grabbing for the bar next time,” I barked.
So far I’d spotted no likely candidates for an adventure this evening. There was a table of frat guys looking at me, but I avoided eye contact with them. I’d learned early on in my college career that they were more trouble than they were worth. I’d slept with one guy freshman year only to have his entire fraternity label me as an easy target.
I might be a little easy, but I wasn’t anyone’s target.
The music slowed to a steady pulse and the deejay took the mic. “I hope you’ve had enough to drink because it’s karaoke time,” he announced. “And whether you have the balls to get up here and sing, or you have to listen to all the American Idol wannabes, you’re going to need liquor.”
His proclamation elicited a chorus of shouts. I raised my glass.
“Does this mean you’re going to sing?” a voice next to me asked.
I didn’t bother to turn towards Liam. “I don’t sing.”
“Not enough booze?” he guessed.
“There is not enough booze in the world to make me get up there and sing,” I said, not taking my eyes of the swarm of co-eds.
A girl named Stacey stumbled to the stage and grabbed the mic as the opening beats of a vintage No Doubt song began. Stacey could not sing, although she’d drank enough to think she could.
“This is unfortunate,” Liam said.
I couldn’t help but giggle. Stacey sounded a bit like a drowned cat although she was gyrating her hips like she was Gwen Stefani.
“This is why I don’t sing,” I told him as I finally turned to face him.
“Because you sound like someone is murdering you?” he asked.
“Definitely.”
Liam grabbed my free hand. “Dance with me?”
He tipped his head toward the dance floor and tugged me along, but I planted my feet in place and shook my head. “I’m not dancing to that.”
Was this his idea of being romantic?
“Come on. It will be ironic,” he pleaded. The bar’s pulsing lights landed in shadows and highlights on his smooth face, accenting his strong jawline. For a minute, I imagined licking it. But that would break rule #1: Don’t bring the same guy home twice. Of course, I was the only one still abiding by that code these days. Then there was the fact that we had committed to being friends and class partners. Nothing more.
“I’m waiting for Jess,” I told him. It was as good of an excuse as any to get rid of him.
Just then the drunk guy from earlier careened into me, nearly knocking me off my feet. The guy caught me around the waist and gave me a boozy smile. “Hello,
He hesitated and then reached out and ran a finger down my face. “I will make you dinner any time. Breakfast, if you’ll let me.”
My breath caught in my throat as I struggled for something to say in response to this. I should put a stop to whatever was shifting between us right now, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. Instead, I murmured a good-bye and flew down the sidewalk, safely out of his reach. I wasn’t sure how I felt about Liam McAvoy any more. I only knew I should stay away from him, even as I realized that I didn’t want to.
chapter ten
The beat of the latest Macklemore single pumped through the bar. Sweaty bodies pushed around me, calling out drink orders, while I sipped on a gin and tonic. I searched the crowd for Jess or Cassie, not sure I would even see them when they finally made an appearance. It felt good to be at Garrett’s, like I’d rediscovered my equilibrium after a week of flirtations with Liam. He hadn’t asked me out again, but it was pretty clear from our interactions in Markson’s class that the offer stood. Here at Garrett’s, I was reminded of who I was: a girl who didn’t need a boy. It was fun to bring them home once in a while, but I wasn’t about to get into anything serious, especially with a guy on a temporary student visa.
A hand grabbed my body, and I shoved the guy next to me.
“Sorry,” he slurred. “Lost my balance.”
“Try grabbing for the bar next time,” I barked.
So far I’d spotted no likely candidates for an adventure this evening. There was a table of frat guys looking at me, but I avoided eye contact with them. I’d learned early on in my college career that they were more trouble than they were worth. I’d slept with one guy freshman year only to have his entire fraternity label me as an easy target.
I might be a little easy, but I wasn’t anyone’s target.
The music slowed to a steady pulse and the deejay took the mic. “I hope you’ve had enough to drink because it’s karaoke time,” he announced. “And whether you have the balls to get up here and sing, or you have to listen to all the American Idol wannabes, you’re going to need liquor.”
His proclamation elicited a chorus of shouts. I raised my glass.
“Does this mean you’re going to sing?” a voice next to me asked.
I didn’t bother to turn towards Liam. “I don’t sing.”
“Not enough booze?” he guessed.
“There is not enough booze in the world to make me get up there and sing,” I said, not taking my eyes of the swarm of co-eds.
A girl named Stacey stumbled to the stage and grabbed the mic as the opening beats of a vintage No Doubt song began. Stacey could not sing, although she’d drank enough to think she could.
“This is unfortunate,” Liam said.
I couldn’t help but giggle. Stacey sounded a bit like a drowned cat although she was gyrating her hips like she was Gwen Stefani.
“This is why I don’t sing,” I told him as I finally turned to face him.
“Because you sound like someone is murdering you?” he asked.
“Definitely.”
Liam grabbed my free hand. “Dance with me?”
He tipped his head toward the dance floor and tugged me along, but I planted my feet in place and shook my head. “I’m not dancing to that.”
Was this his idea of being romantic?
“Come on. It will be ironic,” he pleaded. The bar’s pulsing lights landed in shadows and highlights on his smooth face, accenting his strong jawline. For a minute, I imagined licking it. But that would break rule #1: Don’t bring the same guy home twice. Of course, I was the only one still abiding by that code these days. Then there was the fact that we had committed to being friends and class partners. Nothing more.
“I’m waiting for Jess,” I told him. It was as good of an excuse as any to get rid of him.
Just then the drunk guy from earlier careened into me, nearly knocking me off my feet. The guy caught me around the waist and gave me a boozy smile. “Hello,
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