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“Dude, did you hear me?” Sean elbowed me in the rib cage playfully.
I jerked. “What? Sorry. It’s hard to hear in here.”
He chuckled. “Just wait. It’s about to get loud as fuck.”
“What were you saying?” I asked as I eyed the stranger who now stood next to Sean.
Sean rolled his eyes dramatically. “I swear I just met my dream girl. She took a hit, and the way she blew smoke rings, dude? Be still myfucking heart. Black lipstick, curvy. The whole package.”He placed a hand over his heart and swooned. Literally.
I couldn’t help but smile. Sean was the horniest motherfucker I’d ever met, and he seemed to find his new “dream girl” about once a week.
Sean leaned over to talk to Ronnie, but they had a hard time talking with me in the middle. I knew I wanted to stand next to the guy with the laugh and the beanie and the strong nose, and now was my chance. I nonchalantly motioned for Sean to take my place, and then I was standing next to the stranger.
The group he was with chatted about something, but he wasn’t involved in their conversation, either. Now that I was closer, I peeked at him and noticed that the hoodie he was wearing said Simple Plan on the front. He smirked at his friends, and I was mesmerized in the way one side of his lips curved upward. He shook his head at them—at whatever the two girls and the other guy were bickering about—then took a long swig of beer.
I was staring, and I couldn’t take my eyes away for some reason. When he felt my gaze and turned his head over to look at me, I pretended to stare at my feet. My cheeks heated instantly. I didn’t even know this person. What the hell? I hadn’t even noticed when the lights dimmed and flashed in preparation for the local band to come on stage.
“I like your shirt.” I looked up and saw that the guy beamed at me. “They’re my fave. But, alas, I don’t have any of their merch yet.” He looked down at his hoodie and shrugged. “I like Simple Plan, too, though. And All Time Low. Can’t really complain.”
My anxiety heightened as I met his gaze, but it would have been rude not to look at him while he spoke. He was only a little taller than I was, so it was easy to meet his eyes. As it turned out, he did have a nose ring. Well, two, actually. One in each nostril. He also had a tiny, gray stud in his lip. He mindlessly played with the stud with his tongue, and that made my cheeks heat even more. I made myself look away.
What was this stranger doing to me? I chalked it up to my excitement for the show. And the bourbon.
The crowd was restless. Before the band came on, I leaned into the man a little, not in a weird way, but in a way for him to hear me over the crowd and the music overhead. The music was starting to fade, signaling the opening band, but it was still noisy, and I wanted to say something to him before I lost my nerve.
“I like all the bands, too. I’m Asher, by the way.” I held out a hand to him.
He placed the beer in his non-dominant hand and shook my own. His grip was warm and electric. When the first band came onto the stage, he didn’t pull away immediately. In fact, his hand lingered in mine for what felt like a second too long before he retracted it.
