And she's whispering in his ear.
Romeo pulls back with a grin.
“Appreciate it, sweetheart.
“But I don’t play the room.”
He lifts a shoulder.
“Eyes on one girl. That’s it.”
When she leaves, he pushes off the beam with his heel, smooth as vinyl, one foot sliding in front of the other, until he’s behind my side, his chest grazing my shoulder.
Body heat, breath, his attention,
all touching me without laying a finger.
“You good with me here? ‘Cause I’m not lookin’ anywhere else tonight.”
My chest tightens, my throat closing in.
Because this was it.
God,this was all I fucking wanted tonight.
And I didn’t know how much I craved it
‘til Romeo filled it.
To be the girl the room disappears around for someone.
And the one giving it to me isn’t Andrew.
It’s Romeo.
Without touching me, without interfering,
Romeo did what Andrew should’ve been able to pull off, even with a bet in place.
Instead Andrew's only goal was to piss me off.
The truth burns behind my eyes, in my throat.
“So what’s the story, Romeo?” I ask, tossing a glance over my shoulder. “You stroll in here like a Sinatra daydream, all pressed collar and bedroom eyes. You don’t exactly screamVice regular.”My gaze runs the full length of him, then back up. “Get lost? Forced against your will?”
He leans a forearm against the beam,
chin tipped to me.
“Visiting from Chicago. Cousin dragged me in. Not my scene. Was halfway out the door.” His espresso eyes narrow, playful. “But then I saw you dancin’.”
Andrew’s voice rips through the room and takes me with it.
I turn back in time to catch the vein in his neck straining as he hits the high note, voice tearing out of him.
His face is a fucking war zone.
Anger at his mouth, panic in his brow,
