habit of conversing with shirts?”
“What?” She knew why he made that comment. She hadn’t looked him in the eyes once since the conversation started, and now she was staring at his chest. For goodness sake, she didn’t mean to make it obvious.
“Unless you prefer that I take off my shirt and give it to you, since you seem to like it so much.”
That wouldn’t be such a bad idea. No! What was she thinking. “I don’t think so.”
Thankfully, the bartender came back at that moment with the beers, breaking their conversation. “That will be eighteen.”
Eighteen for three beers? What do they put in it, gold? Skylar reached into her purse to get her wallet out, but when she reached to give the bartender a twenty, her hand collided with Mason’s. Clearly he was trying to pay. Once again, some kind of exhilaration sparked down her spine.
“Ouch. You shocked me again. What are you, like the static king?” Her hand jolted back to her side with the bill.
“Sorry,” he mumbled, cursing underneath his breath.
“That’s okay,” she replied without making eye contact. Then she turned her attention to the bartender before he could walk away with Mason’s twenty and placed her bill in front of him. “Wait. I can pay for it. I’m treating them.”
Mason’s hand was slightly on top of hers as he carefully pulled it back. Even though his touch was gentle and light with hardly any pressure, her hand followed obediently. “You can pay for it, but you need to be twenty one. Are you?” His tone demanded attention.
He was right. Submissively, peering up to answer his question—which was a big mistake—she saw his supple, kissable lips. They spread across, giving her a smile she could die for. With her eyes fixated on his, she pulled her hand away slowly. At that moment every sound, every movement seemed to blur around her. Swallowed up by Mason’s world, she was breathless. His powerful body just inches away from hers caused a longing vibe to surge that she could not control. She hated how he could make her feel so weak all over. “Thanks. I’ll let them know you bought it.”
“There’s no need for that. Do you need help carrying it over?”
“Nope,” she snapped, then twisted her neck to where his date was sitting. With a compact mirror in front of her, she was checking herself out. The date reached into her purse, pulled out her lip-gloss, and glided it across her lips. Her beautiful blonde hair cascaded down, blocking one side of her face. “Shouldn’t you go back and entertain your date?”
“My date? You think I should?” He chuckled.
What kind of answer was that? She suddenly felt bad for his date. “You should do whatever you want.” She grabbed the bottles of beer and walked away as if she didn’t care, never looking back.
“I was beginning to worry,” Kayla whispered. “What was going on over there?”
“I’ll tell you later, but now we need to toast.” Skylar clinked Kayla’s and Nick’s bottles. “To you, and you, and me.” Then she took a sip and almost threw up. Squirting some out of her mouth, she quickly apologized and wiped it with a napkin. She didn’t know why people liked to drink something she imagined pee would taste like.
Nick laughed. “You’ll get used to the taste really fast.”
After several sips, Kayla wanted to dance. With Kayla’s persuading and the tugging of her hand, Skylar and Nick were pulled onto the dance floor. They were the first to break the ice, and more people joined in. Skylar was enjoying herself, but in a way it was forced. She wanted to prove to Mason, and herself, that she wasn’t at all affected by him.
Soon after, with more sips of beer, she found herself dancing alongside Kayla with a complete stranger. Once in a while, she would steal glances at Mason. Though he never fully looked at her, she could tell he was watching, and that made her happy, like she’d won a contest or something.
As the music continued to blast, the
“What?” She knew why he made that comment. She hadn’t looked him in the eyes once since the conversation started, and now she was staring at his chest. For goodness sake, she didn’t mean to make it obvious.
“Unless you prefer that I take off my shirt and give it to you, since you seem to like it so much.”
That wouldn’t be such a bad idea. No! What was she thinking. “I don’t think so.”
Thankfully, the bartender came back at that moment with the beers, breaking their conversation. “That will be eighteen.”
Eighteen for three beers? What do they put in it, gold? Skylar reached into her purse to get her wallet out, but when she reached to give the bartender a twenty, her hand collided with Mason’s. Clearly he was trying to pay. Once again, some kind of exhilaration sparked down her spine.
“Ouch. You shocked me again. What are you, like the static king?” Her hand jolted back to her side with the bill.
“Sorry,” he mumbled, cursing underneath his breath.
“That’s okay,” she replied without making eye contact. Then she turned her attention to the bartender before he could walk away with Mason’s twenty and placed her bill in front of him. “Wait. I can pay for it. I’m treating them.”
Mason’s hand was slightly on top of hers as he carefully pulled it back. Even though his touch was gentle and light with hardly any pressure, her hand followed obediently. “You can pay for it, but you need to be twenty one. Are you?” His tone demanded attention.
He was right. Submissively, peering up to answer his question—which was a big mistake—she saw his supple, kissable lips. They spread across, giving her a smile she could die for. With her eyes fixated on his, she pulled her hand away slowly. At that moment every sound, every movement seemed to blur around her. Swallowed up by Mason’s world, she was breathless. His powerful body just inches away from hers caused a longing vibe to surge that she could not control. She hated how he could make her feel so weak all over. “Thanks. I’ll let them know you bought it.”
“There’s no need for that. Do you need help carrying it over?”
“Nope,” she snapped, then twisted her neck to where his date was sitting. With a compact mirror in front of her, she was checking herself out. The date reached into her purse, pulled out her lip-gloss, and glided it across her lips. Her beautiful blonde hair cascaded down, blocking one side of her face. “Shouldn’t you go back and entertain your date?”
“My date? You think I should?” He chuckled.
What kind of answer was that? She suddenly felt bad for his date. “You should do whatever you want.” She grabbed the bottles of beer and walked away as if she didn’t care, never looking back.
“I was beginning to worry,” Kayla whispered. “What was going on over there?”
“I’ll tell you later, but now we need to toast.” Skylar clinked Kayla’s and Nick’s bottles. “To you, and you, and me.” Then she took a sip and almost threw up. Squirting some out of her mouth, she quickly apologized and wiped it with a napkin. She didn’t know why people liked to drink something she imagined pee would taste like.
Nick laughed. “You’ll get used to the taste really fast.”
After several sips, Kayla wanted to dance. With Kayla’s persuading and the tugging of her hand, Skylar and Nick were pulled onto the dance floor. They were the first to break the ice, and more people joined in. Skylar was enjoying herself, but in a way it was forced. She wanted to prove to Mason, and herself, that she wasn’t at all affected by him.
Soon after, with more sips of beer, she found herself dancing alongside Kayla with a complete stranger. Once in a while, she would steal glances at Mason. Though he never fully looked at her, she could tell he was watching, and that made her happy, like she’d won a contest or something.
As the music continued to blast, the
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