“Not because of that,” she said, narrowing her eyes. “Or…not only that.” Her voice dipped into a soft rasp that went straight to my dick.
“Tell me more.” I rested my elbow on the counter. “What did you think about most?”
It was almost too easy to pick up where we’d left off, going back and forth between serious conversation and flirting. After all the serious stuff I’d had to deal with of late, both in my family and my still-new divorced life, I didn’t hate it.
I just had to remember that I was an adult now and I shouldn’t indulge.
Or notice the blush down Sabrina’s chest after she darted her eyes from mine.
Habits from twenty years ago shouldn’t have been so damn easy to fall into.
“I missed how no one could make me feel better like you could.” She held up her hand when I quirked my brow. “Not…only like that.”
We shared a chuckle before her expression softened.
“Whether it was some stupid guy or another blowout between my parents, running to you just made it…better. I could talk to Emily, sure. But you didn’t offer any advice or solutions. You just let me…be.” She breathed out a loud sigh and draped her hand over her eyes. “I’m sure I’m not making any sense right now.”
“You’re making perfect sense, Sab. You did that for me too. You let me be and just forget for a little while. I missed that. And I missed you too. Along with…the other stuff.”
She smiled, holding my gaze long enough to get lost in those damn eyes. Sweet and vulnerable Sabrina used to be my kryptonite, and twenty years hadn’t dulled the weakness.
I looped my arm around her shoulders and yanked her to me before I could help it. “We could strike up a conversation with those dudes, see if we can make them admit they’re impostors.” I tipped my beer bottle toward the cluster of guys.
“See, you always knew how to find the fun.” Her eyes lingered on mine, flicking to my mouth before she darted them away.
Maybe she was thinking of the same kind of fun I was. And all the ways I could cheer her up tonight, just like the old days. It would fuck things up right after, but “fun” with Sabrina now would be very much worth it.
“Or, there’s a table in the corner,” I said, motioning with the neck of my beer bottle. “Maybe we could have an actual conversation away from these loudmouths and the jukebox behind us.”
“Sure,” she said, reaching into her wallet to pull out a couple of bills.
“On me.” I caught her wrist, not expecting the jolt down my arm from the contact. “You can get the next one.”
“Thank you,” she said, her voice breathy enough to travel to my cock again.
When she popped off the stool and headed to the booth, my gaze fell to the sway of her hips.
An empty, out-of-the-way table had suddenly become a little dangerous.
Sabrina slid across the vinyl cushion as I took a seat across from her.
“I’ll tell you my horror story if you tell me yours.”
She flinched back as she studied me.
“What makes you think I have a horror story?”
“Just a feeling,” I said, lifting a shoulder. “The Sabrina I remember had a little more light in her eyes.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” she scoffed, tilting her head. “Does that mean my eyes are dim and dull?”
“Not at all,” I said. “You’re still gorgeous. But something is weighing on you. I’m guessing it’s your douche of an ex.”
“How do you know he’s a douche?” she whispered, quirking a brow.
“To fuck things up with someone like you? No question.”
Only, twenty years ago, I’d have been asking those questions with her on my lap as I glided my hand up her thigh.
