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I shake my head. “I’m not looking for a confrontationalpartner.”
“That’s not what I said.”
“Then what?”
He pauses for a few moments before speaking again. “There’s a difference between someone challenging you to be the best version of yourself because theycare”—he sneers—“and someone looking for a fight.”
I hold my breath.
He clears his throat. “Face it. You’d walk all over the guy in your glittery red-bottom boots, and he’d probably thank you for it.”
“Damn right he should. These babies are beautiful and expensive.” I knock my heels together.
“That comment alone makes you worthy of your costume because only a walking, talking red flag would smile likethat.”
I yank myself free of his gravitational pull. “Excuse me?”
“Your costume.” His gaze slowly travels down my body, emphasizing his point.
“La voy a matar,” I whisper to myself.
“You didn’t know?” Julian traces the tip of the triangular piece of paper.
“No. Lily put it together.” I sharply inhale as the tip of his finger teases the sensitive spot between my dress strap and my shoulder.
“Hm.” He pulls away all too quickly, his hand flexing before it tightens into a fist.
La voy a matar:I’m going to kill her.
A shiver wracks through me despite the warm air clinging to my skin.
Fuck. How can a single swipe of his finger against my skin feel this good?
I’m grateful for the lack of lighting or else he would have noticed how much his touch affected me.
A bartender places a full glass of whiskey in front of Julian, and I snatch it before he has a chance to take a sip. I manage a single swallow before handing it back to him with a cough. “That’s disgusting.”
That’s what you get for stealing Julian’s drink.
“To you.” Julian places his mouth right over the stain my lipstick left behind and takes a sip.
My stomach muscles clench as he smears half the mark in the process. It’s the closest his lips have been to mine since college, and it makes my body buzz in the same way.
I wouldn’t be surprised if the gutter started charging me rent with how often my mind hangs out there.
I drag my eyes toward his. “Since when do you drink whiskey?”
“Since I can afford the expensive kind.”
“How much did you pay for that?”
“Enough to appreciate every last drop.” He takes another sip, sending a zing down my spine in the process as he watches me with hawklike fascination.
Screw the gutter. I’m going straight to hell for the way I press my thighs together.
“Please tell me you didn’t pay more than a hundred bucks for that.”He frowns.
“Two hundred?”
