It’s already too late for us.
// 11:41 PM //
“To the girl who’s had the whole bar fumblin’ since she walked in."
I turn?—
Romeo’s hip’s leaned against the beam,
legs crossed at the ankle,
one hand in his pocket,
the other raising a glass.
“Been tryin’ to time it right to come over… but then you had fake boyfriends, the entertainment throwing out threats, and a whole damn crowd fightin’ for your attention. Tough competition.”
Funny.I never felt lonelier in a room full of people. If he only knew I’m one more heartbreak away from crying in a bathroom stall.
“Yeah. Some night, huh?”
He swings forward on the beam. “Was real close to sendin’ you a drink with a note sayin’,‘you okay?’” His head dips closer. “But you didn’t look like the kind of girl who needed saving. Just a break.”
I glance at him,
then remember how gorgeous he is.
“Good call. Might’ve drowned in that drink too.” A smile pulls on my lips anyway. “But the note would’ve ruined me.”
“That so?” He shifts closer. “Then I should’ve sent it. You deserve to know how much you shook me.”
I turn, and his eyes find mine in the dark.
The second the strobe flashes white across his jaw, the guitar dips low, knowing we’re staring too long.
Andrew steals me back—leaned into his hip,
neck taut, spotlight kissing his throat.
And for a split second,
I forget everything I’ve learned
and all the hurt I felt tonight.
Romeo turns, facing me fully now.
“Can I ask you somethin’—”
“Romeooo.”
A girl says it in a dragged-out, drunk-girl way as she pulls up on us. His brow lifts by a hair as she steps up next to him, hand on his bicep.
Hair black. Glossy. Straight. Middle part.
Hits the middle of her back.
She’s not just beautiful. She’sundeniable.
