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“It’s Tuesday.We usually have a slower pace,” I answer, pouring myself into the bartending routine.“This isn’t Silver Moon.Things are more laid-back here.”
Her eyes gleam with a peculiar mix of excitement and curiosity.“When do we get to work at Silver Moon?”she asks.
Silver Moon is probably my parents and everyone’s favorite place.The building takes an entire block, and the site has different bars.We also have a venue for live music.
“Tomorrow, I’ll check the schedule and find a time that works for both of us,” I promise, gently guiding her away from the bar counter, moving closer to the busy tables.“But for now, let’s focus on giving our best here.”
She playfully feigns disappointment, but gracefully glides towards her designated station.As I skillfully mix and pour drinks, I find myself captivated by her fluid movements.She effortlessly weaves through the tables, deftly taking orders and illuminating the room with her radiant smile.Every now and then, our eyes meet, and her smile extends to the sparkle in her eyes.
As the pace gradually subsides, she approaches the opposite end of the bar.“Teach me something new,” she requests, her eyes blazing with the distinct enthusiasm that defines Aerin.
I raise an eyebrow, a mischievous smirk tugging at the corners of my mouth.“Ever tried your hand at making a margarita, Aerin?”
She tilts her head, a thoughtful frown forming on her forehead.“It’s been a while since I mixed drinks.I could definitely use a refresher.”
“Well then, come here,” I invite, moving aside to allow her room.
She steps closer, her scent—a mix of flowers and honey—filling my senses.It’s a unique fragrance, addictive and intoxicating.My heart throbs harder against my ribs, mirroring the electric connection between us.With a gentle touch, I guide her into my realm, her proximity igniting a whirlwind within.
“Let’s begin with some ice,” I instruct, our hands seamlessly moving to the ice bucket.
Her gaze follows as our hands touch, her cheeks glow like the sunset in the dim, cozy light of the bar.She’s captivating, an enchanting sight that holds my attention effortlessly.I didn’t forget her, but I had erased from my mind the way she’d made me feel when she was around.
Clearing my throat, I try to regain composure, reminding myself that this isn’t the time nor the place to kiss the fuck out of her and ...well, we’re definitely not ready to take any more steps.
“Now, the tequila,” I instruct in a low, sultry tone.I guide her hand around the bottle, the liquid inside shimmering under the soft lighting.
This reminds me of the time when I taught her how to please Sanford.It wasn’t an altruistic move.More like I like to teach her how to do everything, even fuck us with her hands and mouth.We got pretty good at that.My dick is already getting hard just as I remember those nights when we played together.Looking at the bucket, I wonder if I should pour it on my pants to calm the fuck down.
“Shouldn’t we measure the alcohol?”she remarks, her eyes on the bottle.
“We could, but trust me, I’ve got this,” I reply with a playful wink, my hand gently enclosing hers.The intimate touch triggers a surge of desire within me, a sensation I struggle to contain.
“Next, we add the lime juice, a dash of orange liqueur, and don’t forget the agave syrup,” I explain, though my attention momentarily wavers in the presence of her captivating smile.
Her gaze remains fixed on me as I vigorously shake the mixture.If my instincts are right, she desires me just as strongly as I desire her.The urge to act on these impulses are strong.
Fuck, I don’t want to do something stupid and trigger a memory, but what if she’s ready?
Focus on the drink, Greyson Decker.
As I pour the vibrant concoction into a glass rimmed with coarse salt and Tajin, her fingers graze against mine, sending an electric pulse racing up my arm.
“And there you have it, a delicious margarita,” I announce, my voice a mere whisper, drowned out by the rhythmic thud of my heartbeat.I watch her lips curve into a satisfied smile as she sips the drink, a sight that fills me with a contentment more intoxicating than the finest tequila.
She licks her lips.“Delicious,” she echoes, but I can’t be certain if she’s referring to the drink or the moment we just shared.Nevertheless, the impulse to agree with her or lean in and taste her with a kiss is difficult to resist.
The background chatterdwindles to hushed whispers as the last customers and waitstaff bid their farewells, leaving Aerin and me alone.She diligently wipes down the vacant tables, a stray lock of hair playfully dancing across her cheek, tempting me to press my lips against that spot.
However, I muster the strength to resist, instead opting to gesture around us.“I had fun tonight.Thank you for coming with me.I hope it’s not the last time though,” I utter with hope brimming in my voice.
Her laughter resonates within the confines of the bar.Its melody is as rich as honey, seeping into my senses, heady and irresistible.
“It was a blast, except for that moment when I almost set the place on fire.I’ll leave the flaming drinks to someone else next time,” she remarks, her eyes glimmering with amusement.
“Let’s just call it a rookie mistake,” I reply, a smirk playing on my lips.Her playful shove in response ignites a surge of warmth that flows through my veins, synchronized with the quickening rhythm of my heartbeat.
We continue cleaning.Our movements become a dance of brushes and casual touches, each interaction adding to the mounting tension.She is tantalizingly close, yet a vast divide separates us, an abyss I yearn to close the gap between us but find myself hesitating to do it.
