Ezra nodded as he ran his finger around the rim of his glass, avoiding my gaze. “I’ll always be the Thelma to your Louise, the Kate to your Leo, but we’re not soulmates.”
“Bestie soulmates, though.” I held out my hand, and when he took it, I squeezed tightly. “I do love you, boo.”
“Right back at you.” Ezra gave me a big smile, though it might have wavered for just a second. “Now, if you’ll excuse me. I see someone thatmightbe my type for the evening.” He wiggled his brows before he slipped from the booth and disappeared into the crowd of bodies dancing together on the floor.
Great. Now I could just sit here alone. Feeling sorry for myself.Hashtag Loserville.
I sighed and stared down into my pint of beer. I could order another, get lost in a drunken haze, and maybe, just maybe, find some liquid courage. Although I felt like this was how my life was always going to be like. Me drifting through time, trying to find the love of my life while Ezra hopped from dick to dick. I snorted at the thought of us in a nursing home together, a couple of old gay dudes rooming together.
Someone gripped my arm and brought me out of that thought.
“What’s got your panties in a twist?” I tried to pull away, but his eyes were wide with fright. “Ez?” I climbed from the booth.
He looked over his shoulder as he moved close enough that our bodies touched. “I need your help.”
“Of course, anything,” I assured him as I leaned down to hear him.
“So, you remember Ty Graham from high school?” Ezra was up on his toes to speak into my ear.
My blood pressure shot up. Of course, I remembered. That guy was a douche canoe that should be shoved down Asshole River. He had been nothing but a top-rated prick to my best friend until I broke his nose senior year. Not to mention, he thought he was a better stock car driver than I was. Funny, I didn’t see him racing against me every weekend.
“Is he fucking here?” I started toward the dance floor, but a hand wrapped around my wrist.
“I told him you were my boyfriend, CC.”
I spun back around. “You did what now?”
Ezra was never embarrassed. I had never seen him flustered or blush in the years we had been friends, but right now, his face was bright red.
“Yeah, look, I know it was stupid, but he sort of asked me on a date over the summer. He wouldn’t take no for an answer. I had to do something when I couldn’t get him to leave me alone. I told him you and I were a thing. He backed right off after that.”
“But he’s here now?”
Ezra nodded.
“Come with me.” I grabbed his hand to drag him out into the sea of bodies.
I didn’t dance. I wasn’t graceful. I was like a drunk giraffe on roller skates. If said giraffe didn’t know how to skate. Ezra had to run to keep up with me, but he followed me out onto the dance floor. The music was fast, loud, and I wasn’t familiar with it. I preferred classic rock and the occasional modern country, but Ezra didn’t seem to mind moving in a slow, lazy motion.
“Where?” I murmured as I dropped his hand to place mine on his slim waist.
Ezra glanced around before he met my eyes. “You look so angry right now, CC. We’re supposed to be a couple. Relax,” he murmured.
“Where is he, Ezra? If you want this to work, I need to make sure he’s watching.” I met his dark orbs and was surprised to see them dancing with happiness. Was he enjoying this? “Why do you look like that?”
He only shook his head. “I don’t look like anything, boo.”
But when he wrapped his arms around my waist and tugged me closer, my breath caught in my throat. What was happening? Why was my heart beating so fast?
“You’re supposed to be dancing with me. Make it look real. Your arms are like spaghetti. Put them around me like you mean it.”
“Put them... We’re not a real couple,” I reminded him, but then did as he asked. “You owe me.”
Ezra only leaned his chin against my chest before he did something I didn’t expect. He rose onto his toes again and pressed his lips against my ear. The scent of warm cinnamon and soap filled my nostrils, and my traitorous cock thickened in my pants. He trailed his tongue over the outer shell, then his teeth nipped lightly at the soft lobe. Sweat trickled down my back as my mouth found its way to Ezra’s cheek, and I found myself pressing gentle kisses against his soft skin.
“Trust me, he’s watching, CC.” His voice sent shivers up my spine, and goosebumps broke out over my skin despite the warm temperature in the building.
I nodded as I dug my fingers into his belt loops to tug him closer. To feel his slim, lithe body against mine. His hand moved up to slide through my blond hair before he forced my head down. And then his mouth was on mine. His tongue speared my lips, and I felt the groan that escaped his throat as it vibrated through him. I let him have control as he cupped my head with his small hands, tilting my head and kissing me until I thought I might black out. He released me to stare up into my face with blown-out pupils.
