When I look back at him,
Redhead’s pressed up against him,
her thigh hooked over his, mouth near his ear.
And Andrew’s watching me,
his stare unbreaking as if nothing else exists.
Her lips are moving,
room’s spinning,
music's thumping,
lights pulsing,
but he’s not in it. He’s in me.
The rest of the world,gone.
Redhead follows his line of sight.
She sees me.
Then she’s back in his ear,
lips grazing the edge of it.
And I want to scrub her mouth off his skin.
Then my feet start doing the stupidest shit:
walking.
Right to him.
He watches me cross the floor.
Chest not moving, lungs holding a breath,
for me to hurry the fuck up,
to get to him already, to finally claim him.
He’s two seconds from folding the world in half just to make me go faster. So he can stop pretending he’s not about to fight whatever’s in his way.
Then I’m standing over them?—
Andrew and the redhead?—
holding up my jacket and my purse.
“Mind watching these for me?”
Andrew’s face goes deadpan as he stares up at me, teeth grinding.
I glance at the redhead.
