In some ways, this whole monologuedoessound weird, but somehow it also doesn’t. I get what it’s like to push down all of your true thoughts and feelings so people only get the most palatable version of you. Going through your life and only showing one part of yourself to the world seems exhausting.
“And now you’re trying to make up for lost time by doing all the things she would never do.”
Her gaze snaps to mine. “Yes. Exactly.”
I consider her for a moment, trying to convince myself I’m not already caught up in her spell, like I won’t do, or be, whatever she asks me to. And it’s a waste of energy, because I already know I will. I knew it the moment I saw her standing in the doorway over an hour ago. She was surrounded by a group of people coming into the party, but I could only see her.
My fingers flex, digging into the soft flesh at her side, and the fire in her eyes burns brighter.
“Why do you think I can help you with that?”
“I saw the way you looked at me when I walked in.”
“You and your friends walked right past me.”
She giggles and even the sound is heavenly. I want to soak it up, pull every note out of the air and absorb it into my being.Jesus, this girl is already in my fucking blood.When she realizes I’m not amused, her lips push out into a faux pout.
“I’m sorry. They asked me to stay close until they tracked down the guys who invited us. Then they left me, and I came to find you because I knew you were the only person who could help me check the last two things off of my trouble list.”
“What’s on your trouble list?”
She shifts around, and suddenly she’s straddling me. Those long arms looping around my neck and the hem of her dress riding up her thighs as she makes herself at home on top of the erection I’ve been dealing with since she walked out the back door and set her sights on me. Both of my hands come up and grip her waist; she smiles triumphantly at me.
“I can’t tell you until you say yes.”
I shake my head in disbelief. I don’t know if I’m more shocked by heraudacity or the fact I’m considering saying yes even though I have no idea what she’s going to ask of me.
“Who are you?”
She bites her lip, and for the first time tonight, she doesn’t look so sure of herself. Her fingers ghost over the back of my neck, and my dick twitches. A small gasp leaves her lips, and I swallow the urge to capture the sound with my mouth.
“That’s such a loaded question. I think I’m going to need you to be more specific.”
My lips quirk as I fight back a smile. She’s such a smartass. “Let’s start with something simple, like your name.”
“Youcall me angel.”
A jolt of electricity passes between us. Satisfaction swells in my chest, spurred by her repeating the nickname I gave her. “True, and I probably still will after you tell me what everyone else calls you.”
She leans back and extends her hand. “Sloane.”
Shaking her hand while the heat of her body is pressed against my erection is almost laughable, but the serious look on her face demands I do it anyway. Her hand is small and fits perfectly inside of my palm.
“I’m Dominic, but all of my friends call me Nic.”
Her head tilts to the side, eyes sparkling with mischief. “Does anyone ever call you Dom?”
I can’t stop looking at her mouth. “Nope, not until now.”
The statement wins me another brilliant smile that hits me right in the chest and makes me wonder how I went through my entire life without this impossibly perfect girl looking at me like her shadows were made for mine.
“Good,” she slurs, leaning in closer until her lips are hovering over mine and her breasts are grazing my chest. “Do you want to know what’s on my list, Dom?”
“Yes.”
“Number one: Get drunk for the first time.Check.Number two: Wear a dress short enough to make a stripper blush and go to a party.Check.Number three: Shake my ass for the sexiest guy at the party.” An adorable, but undeniably drunken, hiccup escapes her as she wiggles her brows at me. “Number four: Go home with that guy and spend the night in his bed doing everything but sleeping.”
“Sloane—”
