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Smiling, I leaned in, pressing my fingers against the spot over his heart. His skin rippled a little against my touch, and I couldn’t help but notice the way his nipples tightened.
I glanced up, momentarily caught by the desire in his eyes. Was this what it looked like when someone wanted you?
The tip of his tongue poked out, wetting his lips before he leaned in to talk into my ear. “I might not be as cut as you and your friends, but I promise what I lack in muscle, I make up for in enthusiasm.”
I jerked back, my wide eyes colliding with his.
He winked. “Come on,” he said, patting his chest.
I didn’t know what to draw, so I drew a rainbow too. The whole time I worked, my body hummed with nerves. I couldn’t believe this was happening. This guy was absolutely hitting on me. He was totally interested.In me.
No one had ever been interested in me before. And more than that, he had no problem just saying it. His confidence was sexy… or rather, itshouldhavebeen.
How many nights did I wonder if anyone would ever find me attractive? If anyone would ever want me.
And here I was. Standing in a lit party, body glowing with paint, and drawing on a half-naked man who’d basically just propositioned me.
And still, I thought of Max.
I wanted Max.
I wanted the one who didn’t want me.
Swallowing, I glanced at the stars across my chest.I wish.
“We match!” Theo yelled.
My attention snapped to where he pointed to the rainbow I’d drawn, and I nodded.
“Let’s dance!” He grabbed my hand, no hesitation, curling his fingers around mine.
I waited for the butterflies. For the thrill. All I felt was the vibration of the music.
His footsteps halted abruptly, and I collided with his back.
“Whoa.” He laughed, spinning and grabbing me with his free hand. “Let’s get a beer!”
Without waiting for me to reply, he tugged me along, and we wound through the crowd, still holding hands. At the keg, he filled a red cup with beer, holding it out. I shook my head. He frowned, so I pointed to the bandage covering my stitches.
Truth was I could drink. I hadn’t even taken any pain meds since yesterday. But I didn’t want to. I wanted a clear head. I wanted to remember tonight.
And also, I didn’t want alcohol to lower my inhibitions. I already felt slightly vulnerable.
Seeing the bandage, Theo nodded, eyes going a little soft. If he’d been Max, I would have been a melted puddle from just that.
“Hold this,” he said, thrusting the cup into my hand. I held it as he uncapped a pen and leaned in, drawing something on the bandage covering my stitches. He pressed a little too hard, and I held back a wince.
When he was done, he smiled, grabbed the beer, and downed some of it, taking my hand once more. We went toward the dancing bodies, disappearing into the crowd.
He started moving almost immediately, eyes meeting mine as if saying,What are you waiting for?
“I’m not too good of a dancer,” I yelled.
Smirking, he finished off the beer and tossed the cup somewhere I’d never see it again, then grabbed me by the hips. Dragging me close, he swayed and moved while holding on to me.
His beer-tainted breath brushed against my ear. “You’re a swimmer. I know you have moves, Wes. Show me.”
I pulled back enough to look into his eyes. There was the hint of a challenge there, but there was also the promise of fun.
