"Me too," Scotlyn said then quietly added, "even though in reality, I might not have because as you know, parties aren't my favorite."
"Kindred spirits," I said with a smile, and she smiled back.
Meeting Tolliver's eyes again, I arched a brow.
"Did you need something?"
"Nope," he said, "just missed my girlfriend."
My stomach fluttered.
And from the way his eyes shined, I was fairly sure he knew the effect he had on me.
"Well, do you want to join us?" I asked.
"I'm good here."
From beside me, Scotlyn whispered, "Is he always like that?"
"Like what?" I said.
"He stares at you like..."
"Like I'm crazy, and he can't wait to get away?" I finished on a laugh.
"No," Scotlyn said, "the opposite."
She shrugged.
"He stares at you like you're everything. The sun, moon, and stars. Like you're the only thing he wants to see."
My jaw went slack. "Did you just come up with that?"
"Yeah," she said.
"You should use it for your book."
Scotlyn nodded and started typing furiously while I glanced back at Tolliver.
He smiled. "What are you thinking?"
That I could have you look at me like this forever.
And never get tired of that smile, that face, those eyes.
God, Scotlyn's romantic words must've rearranged my brain.
Speaking of which...
An alarm went off, and Scotlyn popped up, closing her laptop.
"And that's 90 minutes," she said. "I've met my party limit."
"You set an alarm?" I asked.
"Of course."
"That's genius," I said. "Mind if I start using that?"
