“Okay.”
Cole smiles, his lips full of promise and seduction, before walking to the bar.
Ally fans herself. “Well, I think your search for cock is over.”
I scan my body, looking for that spark of attraction, but it’s like I’m tuned to a frequency only Liam can find. Just being in the same room, looking at me, was enough to build up an intensity I’ve never experienced before.
Can Cole or anyone else really get me to that peak again?
Ally snaps her fingers in my face. “Where did you go?”
“To the living room.”
“Huh?”
I spill to her about the whole Liam fiasco. Ally’s face morphs from surprise to amusement to something bordering on arousal. “Wow. I was not expecting that.”
“Yeah, you and me both.”
“Liam sent a text while we were at the bar, asking if I was with you and where we were. He told me not to tell you he’d asked.” Her gaze shifts to a point across the room, and she grins. “It makes sense now.”
“What do you mean?”
Ally nods toward the dance floor.
Standing in the crowd is Liam.
CHAPTER 6
Liam weaves his way through the crowd. Dark curls flop over his forehead, drawing my attention to the sharp line of his jaw, then across to the smooth curve of his mouth.
What is he doing here?
Admirers smile and dance for his attention as he passes. A spasm of jealousy twists in my belly, but his gaze never lingers for more than a few seconds before he scans the room again.
“I told him where we were.”
“Ally…” I moan, sliding down into my seat until I remember it’s a barstool and there is nowhere to hide.
“That was before I knew he’d seen your come face.” Ally gives me a sly wink.
“Almost come face…” My skin flushes at the memory. “Is there a back door?”
Scanning the room for an exit is pointless; my eyes seek Liam out in the crowd again like a magnet. I fight the urge to go to him, let him tuck me beneath his shoulder, and lead me back to our apartment. I would rather be eating frozen pizza and groaning over b-grade horror movies with my favorite person than in a noisy club, surrounded by strangers, and trying to prove something to myself.
But if I let him take me home, pizza and movies wouldn’t be enough.
I need to leave.
As though sensing my retreat, he turns in my direction, and our eyes meet instantly.
Surrounded by dozens of strangers and the thump of dance music, the space between us beats with its own distinctive pulse. Electricity tingles up and down my arms, and a slow, deep throb starts between my thighs.
I can blame alcohol again or lack of orgasms, but the lie wouldn’t hide the truth forever—I want my best friend.
It’s so obvious I feel like a neon sign blasting my secrets to everyone.
He watches me, not moving. Why isn’t he coming over? Can he read the desire on my face?
