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“Hey, variety is the spice of life,” his eyes sparkled. “I can’t help it that I enjoy different styles of music. Old rock and techno happen to be my favorites.” He grinned and took a sip of his shake.
“You’re nuts,” I muttered.
“Sanity is overrated,” he winked, flashing me his cocky grin. “So,” he licked his lips, “think I can convince you to sing another song?”
“No,” I shook my head. “I’m done…for now,” I adde
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“As long as I get to hear your voice again. It’s beautiful,” his lips wrapped around the straw. I had no idea how Trace made the simplest of things seem sexy.
“Uhmm,” I muttered in agreement, finishing off my sweet tea.
Trace placed his empty shake glass at the end of the table.
He pulled his wallet out and left enough money to cover everything.
“Ready to get out of here?” He asked.
“Yeah,” I smiled, sliding out of the booth.
As we made our way to the door, more than one person stopped to tell me that I had a beautiful voice.
One older man, stopped Trace and said, “She’s a keeper lad. A forever girl, that one,” he pointed at me. “Don’t let her get away like I did,” he nodded before slapping Trace across the back and waddling away. We didn’t have a chance to explain that we weren’t a couple.
I burst into laughter when we finally made it outside. “A forever girl?” I giggled.
Trace stuffed his hands in his pockets, brows knitted together, suddenly serious. I wasn’t used to serious Trace.
“But you are a forever girl,” he murmured, halting his steps.
I stopped too, waiting for him. “What does that even mean?”
He looked up, tilting his head to study me. “You’re not the kind of girl that guys fool around with, Olivia. You’re the kind of girl, that when a guy finds her, he’ll do everything he can to keep her.”
My breath hitched.
Trace strode by me, straight for his car, leaving me standing there, reeling.
His jaw was tense and his eyes were serious when I finally managed to get in the car.
He drove me straight to the University.
“My car-”
“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure it’s here in the morning,” he replied before I could even finish my sentence.
Okay, then.
I went to get out of the car but Trace’s hand closed around my arm.
“Wait,” he pleaded, so I did.
He didn’t say anything for a moment, just studied my face, almost as if he was searching for something.
“Take a walk with me,” he murmured.
“It’s cold,” I whined.
