smooth, sexy.
I fix my face before I turn,
and all of them are staring.
Mikey’s holding back a smirk.
Nico’s not hiding it at all.
Jay’s still clueless.
Andrew’s white-knuckling his glass,
eyes on the crowd, expressions stone-cold.
Redhead’s still curled up beside him,
hand on his thigh.
Mikey stretches an arm across the backrest?—
“I'm secure enough to say—that guy? Hot. Bet he don't fuck around either. Nah. He the kind'a guy who locks in.” He shakes his head, bringing his drink to his lips. “Guy's got real swag. Shit's inspirin'.”
“Mmm. Yeah. That one’s dangerous,” Redhead agrees as Romeo walks off.
“You two’d be lethal on a Christmas card.”
I raise a brow. “Yeah?”
Nico’s facing his lap,
trying to hold in his laughter,
trying not to glance over at Andrew.
Still, he does, then giggles some more.
Andrew swirls his drink. “She makes anything look good. Even that guy.”
The look on his face? Murder.
The look on mine?
Barely keeping the laugh in.
“Could say the same for you,” I tell Redhead,
then wave a finger between her and Andrew.
“The two of you together? Fucking hot.”
I smile at her, then lean into Andrew.
“You forgot to give me her name?” I ask him,
intentionally loud enough for her to hear.
Andrew bites his bottom lip, nodding with amiddle-fingersmile.
