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My hand rested against her neck. She looked up, our mouths in perfect alignment. All I’d have to do is dip my head and we’d kiss. My grip on her neck was light, giving her enough room to move away if she wanted. Even though every molecule in my body wanted to pull her closer. Tighter.
My breath hitched when our eyes locked. She looked at me like she saw me. For the first time, her concentration wasn’t focused on anything or anyone else. She was right here with me. In this moment.
Before I had the chance to lean in, she turned in my embrace, pressing her back to my front.
Both my hands fell to her hips and I began to move. She moved with me, our bodies swaying from side to side with the music. The tempo had changed. Instead of bass thumping, the music was now a slow, steady grind. Perfect for what I wanted to do with her outside of this dance floor.
In a surprising move, her arms came up and wrapped around my neck. Mine moved from her hips, laying out my palms against her stomach. My thumb caught on the hem of her shirt and my fingers brushed bare skin.
I moved her hair away with one hand then curled it around my fingers. I pulled, exposing her neck, running my mouth along her skin. It was soft and warm, and I felt her pulse throb under the light press of my lips.
I held her tight, making no mistake to anyone in this club that she was mine. At least for right now. We held each other close for what felt like hours, and I was shocked at how easily we blended together. But just like all good things, our embrace ended, when someone bumped me from behind.
As if being shocked back into reality, she pulled away, and when she turned to face me, our eyes locked. For one more fleeting moment, we were still connected. Then the moment was gone.
Back at the bar, our conversation was stilted, so I continued to buy us drinks, doing my best to lighten the mood.
Women I knew—some of them I had fucked—came up to us. One even gave Everly her back and ran a finger along my arm with sexual invitation in her eyes. A woman whose name I couldn’t even remember.
I yelled over the music, “I’m with someone tonight.”
She jerked her head back and turned, eyeing Everly with that look women give each other. That “Bitch, he’s mine” look. Normally I would revel in the fact that women would cut one another’s eyes out to be with me. But right now, all I wanted was for this chick to get the fuck out of the way so I could cozy up to the woman I’d brought here.
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nbsp; Everly held out her hand with a smile. “Nice to meet you.”
The chick turned up her nose and gave me one last look before she stalked away, her ass swaying from side to side in an overtly sexual way.
When I turned back to Everly, she still held that smile. That “I knew you were a douche” smile that drove me insane with indignation.
She sipped her drink and I leaned in. “Are you not having a good time?”
“I’m having exactly the type of time I expected.”
What the fuck did that mean? And what the fuck had just happened. I’d been a mere moment away from devouring her mouth on that dance floor and rocking her world. Now she had pulled back, her eyes had returned to the same semi-present state.
“So you expected to have a shitty time?”
She yelled over the music. “I expected you to show off and I expected women to fawn all over you.”
And so far I was two for two. Fuck me.
“It seems you’re the only woman who doesn’t want to fawn all over me. Why is that?”
She pushed her glass across the bar and pulled her sweater straight on her body. “Thanks for the mediocre time. I should be going.”
She bolted from the bar and I lost her in the crowd. I couldn’t move, let alone walk. I was too disturbed. She had walked out on me. In my own club. In my church.
I slammed my glass on the table and stalked to the door.
Fridge greeted me with an annoying smirk and thrust his thumb to the right. With two long strides I was on the sidewalk and saw her, ten yards down the street, about to get into a cab. I raced to the car and caught the door just before she closed it.
“Where do you think you’re going?” I crossed my arms over my chest.
“Home. It’s late and I have—”
“A paper due. I know.”
