I just… get.
I swallow. “Hi.”
My heart sees him
and slaps the panic button to sound the alarm.
The rest of me follows suit.
My lungs are foaming at the mouth.
My libido? Full Hunger Games tribute:
I volunteer. I fuckin’ volunteer.
My clit’s shaking the prison bars, yelling?—
CODE DICK. CODE DICK.
He glances down, mouth open, words gone.
Then—“Yeah, didn’t really think this through.
“Saw you out there dancing.
“Couldn’t keep my eyes off you.
“Next thing I know, I’m here.”
His mouth breaks into a hot grin,
cocked and crooked.
“How was I supposed to stay seated?”
My lips part.
Nothing clever comes out.
So I lick them, nodding.
“Romeo,” he says, offering his hand.
A huff leaves me. “You’re kidding.”
He laughs. “Swear on Sinatra, sweetheart.”
He raises a finger,
pulls out a slim wallet,
flips it open
to a driver’s license,
tucked behind a beat-up Ventra card.
ROMEO.
