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Just as I’m coming up with ideas as to why she might not show, small hands cover my eyes from behind and a voice I would know anywhere—the one I always hear in my dreams—says, “Guess who?”
Instead of pulling them off, I savor the moment and the way her skin feels against mine, committing her scent to memory and at the same time telling my dick to get the fuck back to sleep.
“Mila Kunis? Is that you?”
Instantly I regret that answer when I feel pain on my upper arm where Haylee punches me.
I turn to face her rubbing my arm. “Easy, killer. I was just kidding, but shit, who taught you to punch? I would hate to be anyone on the receiving end of one of your punches—once was enough.”
I hop off the barstool and extend my hand for her to sit, while I pull out the stool to the right of where I was sitting. Haylee takes a seat between Kyler and me. It’s perfect—this way no creeps can walk up to her and buy her a drink. They would need to have a death wish to walk up to a girl sitting between two guys.
Back off, motherfuckers, this is my girl.
I mean, she’s not, but I want her to be, right? Fuck, I’m so messed up in the head.
Amanda brings our beers over and asks Haylee what she can get her. The look she gives her…is that jealousy? I don’t know what it is, but it makes me want to put my arm around Haylee and pull her close. No one is touching my girl—fuck, Zach, get a grip!
Haylee orders a Yeungling too. My girl has good taste even on a college budget. Once Amanda brings her beer back, all three of us settle into conversation, catching up and even discussing the latest episode of How I Met Your Mother. That is something Haylee and Kyler have in common.
All three of us are on our second beer when Haylee spins her chair around to browse the room. What or who she’s looking for I’m not sure.
“Okay, Jacobs, take your pick. You have a whole room of hot women, most of whom I’m assuming you haven’t already put your dick in.”
Damn, does she think that little of me? I mean, she wouldn’t be wrong; I have been with plenty of women, but right now, she is the only one I want, and not just sexually.
“What are you talking about?”
“I’m talking about I’m going to play your wingman…or wingwoman since Lawson over here is slacking on the job of getting you laid.”
Ky nearly chokes on his beer and laughs at her statement.
“First of all, what’s with just the last names? Is that what you think guys do? Sorry, Hails, but that’s not the case. And second of all, why are you trying to be my wingwoman?” I use the quotes around wingwoman, as she put it, because I’ve never heard of that.
There is no way in hell I’m having her try to set me up. That is not happening. Before I even have the chance to protest even further, Haylee has stopped a girl with long black hair.
“Hi. Excuse me. I’m sorry, I just had to tell you I love your top. Where did you get it?”
The dark-haired stranger replies, “Oh, thanks. It’s just from Kohl’s, nothing special.”
Haylee smiles as if she’s just won the lottery. Little does she know, I have no intention of doing anything with this girl, let alone take her home.
“Well, it’s super cute. I love Kohl’s. I’m Haylee, by the way.” She extends her hand to the stranger.
“Hi. I’m Hannah.” She takes Haylee’s hand in her own.
Of course her name begins with an H. Fuck my life.
“This is my friend Zach.”
Kyler fake coughs next to us.
“Oh, and that’s Kyler.”
It makes me laugh a little that Haylee shows no interest in introducing her new friend to Ky.
Hannah turns toward me. “It’s nice to meet you, Zach.”
She places her hand on my arm in a similar way that Haylee did, only this has the opposite effect than Haylee’s touch. I want to push her hand off me, but I don’t want to be rude.
