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“Nice digs you’ve got here.”
“Really?”
“Okay, no. It’s nothing like back home. It actually makes back home look like a palace. I think I interrupted a drug deal downstairs,” he tells me, worried.
“Oh, Frank? Yeah, he likes to smoke weed.”
“Weed, huh?”
“Oh, c’mon, Liam, people do this kinda stuff back home. We were just oblivious to it. It’s more in your face here.” I sit down on the edge of my bed, gazing as he stands against my door. “So, you’re here.”
“I’m here.”
“But you hate flying.”
“You can’t hate something you’ve never done. It isn’t as bad as I thought it would be.”
“Well, you’re alive.” I smile, playing nervously with my bedspread. “That’s a start.”
“You’re burned.”
“Really? I thought the tomato look was so in. I went to the beach today with Emerson and Charlie.”
“Charlie?”
“Emerson’s friend and lawyer. Remember, she’s one of the women on the panel who interviewed me. Not the bitchy one.”
“Oh,” he breathes, almost a sigh of relief. “Charlie is a woman.”
I laugh, scrunching my face. “Yes, she is. Would it have been different if she weren’t?”
He shuffles his feet uncomfortably. “I’m starving.”
“Me, too. There’s this awesome Chinese restaurant around the corner. They make the fortune cookies themselves, and I swear they print them out while they watch your every move.”
“Sounds like a plan, but first…” He shuffles closer to me, standing in front, lowering his face so our noses touch. “Just one more kiss.”
I pull his shirt, bridging the gap between us. I miss his scent—the way his skin smells like man sweat, how warm his lips feel against mine, and how my senses are heightened as he explores my body, hands moving into my blouse and against my breast.
In a desperate attempt to ignore this niggly feeling I can’t quite pinpoint, I clasp my hand on his belt buckle and welcome a quick ‘hello’ before heading out to dinner.
“Milly!” Flynn bangs loudly on the door, calling my name. “You wanna head out for something to eat?”
It’s enough to kill the moment, the two of us pulling away with gentle laughter. I quickly fix my blouse as Liam adjusts his pants.
“Let’s go before he goes on a hunger rampage.”
We head into the living room, engaging in small chit-chat with the band and invite them out. They are keen, laughing like boys as we head out into the foyer in a group. I grab the keys and my cell off the table, following the boys outside. The second my foot is out the door, my body stops abruptly when my eyes meet Wesley’s.
Fuck.
I’m not one to be so vulgar with my vocabulary, but this is definitely a fuck moment. I can’t breathe, my chest is so tight. I’m pretty certain it’s going to cut off my airway and kill me right now.
He’s standing against the banister, arms folded, staring at me with savage eyes. The bandmates continue to make noise down the stairwell as Flynn hollers something crude before yelling my
name.
“C’mon, Mills, I’m fucking starving,” Flynn yells, bounding down the stairs, quickly looking at Wesley with confusion.
