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I grin. “Must’ve worked out alright then?”
“I guess it must’ve,” she grins, lifting the glass of water to her lips and taking a sip.
“So I’m guessing they kissed and made up? I wonder how that went down. Lena looked pretty pissed when she left earlier. Thought Gray was gonna start sobbing at one point. Not that there’s anything wrong with a man showing his emotions, but we all know Gray is a closed book, so it took me by surprise. Anyway, did she give you any juicy details?”
Pen chuckles softly. “You really are a gossip, you know that right?”
“Not a gossip, per se. I just have a healthy appetite for wanting to know all the intricate details of the people I care about love lives. So, spill. Is she happy?”
“Pretty sure she’s ecstatic,” Pen replies, turning the phone around.
“Pretty sure they’ve just had sex,” I laugh, grinning at the selfie Lena sent Pen. They both have mussed-up hair, broad grins and sex-glazed eyes.
Pen scrunches up her nose. “Not sure I need those thoughts in my head, thanks very much.”
“Okay then, how about this? They’ve been playing twister all night long, and ended up getting so into it that they decided to up the stakes and add in a little strip poker.”
“Definitely worse,” she replies, clicking off her phone and resting it on the table between us. “What did you say to Gray anyway? I’m curious?”
“Just some advice, man-to-man,” I reply, a little vaguely.
“Want to elaborate? Because whatever you said seems to have done the trick.”
“I can’t really remember, something about gravity,” I mutter, skirting over the subject.
It’s not that I don’t want to tell Pen what I said, it’s just that it was pretty intense, and I’m not normally that kind of guy.Lighthearted-jokesteris my middle name, after all.
“Gravity?” She cocks her head to the side, a curious expression on her face.
“Yeah, something along those lines.”
“No jokes then?” she asks, pressing the matter.
“Icanbe serious, you know,” I say, meeting her eyes. “I’m not just the funniest man on the planet. I do have as much depth as the others.”
Reaching for me across the table, Pen grasps my hand. “I know you do. Don’t think all we see is a joker. That’s part of who you are, not all of who you are. You have so much depth, York. So much emotional intelligence. I love you for all that you are. Tonight you made two people very happy, and I’m so grateful.”
“Grateful enough to dance with me?” I ask, grinning.
“Now?”
“We have the whole dance floor to ourselves,” I point out.
“As much as I want to, I’m super tired. I don’t know what’s up with me lately, but I’m bloody exhausted,” she replies, wincing a little.
“Covering Lena and Gray’s shift on top of all the recent overtime is going to have that effect. We’ve all been lighting the candle at both ends,” I say, feeling the opposite of tired, but sympathising nevertheless.
Truth be known, I’m feeling strangely energised. Maybe it’s because not so long ago I was forced to lie in bed and got plenty of rest, or maybe it’s knowing I had a hand at getting Lena and Gray together, or perhaps it’s because all this recent dancing has lit the passion within me again and all I want to do is move my feet.
“Yeah, that’s a total one-off. Now they’ve got things sorted we can ease off properly just like we’ve planned. I’m looking forward to spending more time together,” she replies, stifling a yawn, apologising with her eyes. “Maybe after the performance we can book a holiday or something? I could totally spend a week or so sipping margaritas on a white sandy beach somewhere hot recovering with a whole dose of sex and yummy food.”
“Sounds like a really good fucking plan to me,” I agree, picking up my phone and flipping through my music playlist, an idea forming. “These past few days rehearsing has felt like I’ve been running up that hill, so I could use a few days at the beach.”
“Running up what hill? You don’t run, York,” Pen asks, too tired to catch on.
Sliding out from the table, I bluetooth the song with the same name to the club’s sound system, then place my phone on the table and step back onto the dance floor. I waggle my brows as the beat drops.
Pen laughs. “Oh,thathill?”
