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Fuck.
Stop overthinking it.
We walk through the super-crowded club. As Henley walks in front, he glances back and, sensing my mood shift, frowns down at me. “What’s wrong?” he whispers.
“Nothing.” I force a smile.
We arrive at a small table; it’s high, with stools around it. “Here?” Taryn asks.
“Looks good.” Henley smiles. “I’ll go and get some drinks. What do you all want?”
“Thanks. I’ll have a beer,” Mason says.
“I’ll have a vodka, lime, and soda.” Taryn smiles. “Thank you.”
“Um.” I twist my lips as I think. I’m not sure what to have. “I’ll just have . . .”
“Cocktail?” Henley asks.
“A margarita?” I ask hopefully.
“Sure.” Henley gives me a swoony smile, and I melt a little inside.
“Where are the bathrooms?” I ask Taryn.
“Over to the far-left wall.” She points.
“Okay, back in a minute.” I make my way over to the far wall and then head down a corridor that leads to the bathroom.
I look in the mirror. The girl staring back at me doesn’t look familiar. She looks flushed and flustered. Challenged, but more than anything, I can see a fear deep in her eyes. Because the girl in the mirror knows she’s in over her head.
We just need more time.
Stop overthinking and enjoy it.
Just because our relationship isn’t textbook doesn’t make it mean any less.
Time. It’s just a time thing. I know he feels this connection too.
I drop my shoulders as I give myself a pep talk. It’s fine.
I make my way back to the others to find them laughing and talking. They actually get along great; they’re the ones that should be dating. I glance back over to the bar, where Henley is waiting in line, and I move over to the corner out of sight of the others so that I can watch him uninterrupted.
He towers above everyone around him. His thick dark hair is messed to perfection, and those black jeans hug his perfect ass. Broad shoulders, perfect posture, and a jawline that could cut glass. His skin is olive and tanned.
My eyes roam up and down his body as I drink him in.
I’ve never known anyone like him before: so attractive yet, like a mysterious quicksand, so unknown. It’s the weirdest thing. I know him, but I also know that I haven’t even scratched the surface of his personality.
He has this depth to him that I can’t explain, an underlying darkness from within.
I’m not sure what it is or where it comes from or if it even truly exists. I mean, it could be a figment of my imagination. Just because he hasn’t met the right woman doesn’t mean he’s necessarily damaged.
“Hey,” a voice says from beside me, interrupting my spying.
“Blake.” I smile as he kisses my cheek. “Hi.”
Blake looks like he just stepped off a GQ magazine shoot: tall, with sandy hair and shoulders for miles. How are these men all friends?
