The way it hangs from her shoulders, exposing the part of her neck I fucking love. There’s a slit in her dress, ahighslit, that has my memory of her thighs playing games with me. Those thighs of hers had me in a goddamn trance and the way her leg peeks out with the slit has me feeling like a hungry, rabid animal. Her gold rings shine every time she talks and moves her hands around in an animated way. And I can’t even look at her lips without wanting to kiss them.
“Chase?” Abby says my name loudly. “Hello? Do you want something to drink? The waiter is asking.”
“Shit, sorry, yes. Uh, glass of whiskey. Neat.” I shake my head and run my sweaty hands over my thighs before risking a glance across the table at Summer.
The corner of her mouth is pulled up into a smirk and her chest is rising and falling with deep breaths as she looks at me.
“Careful,” Nate says, leaning into my ear.
I pull back, looking at him, confused.
“Did you mean to be so obvious?” he asks with a smirk before taking a swig of his beer.
“Oh, fuck off.”
Nate barks out a laugh causing the rest of the table to look our way.
“Summer, you look good.” He diverts attention back to her, and I watch as her eyes roll and she laughs.
“I know.” She shrugs. “Thanks, Camp.” Her words are directed at Nate, but she’s staring at me. In nearly the same eye fucking way I’ve been staring at her all evening.
It does amaze me how publicly Summer comes off as incredibly confident, almost arrogant in some ways, but behind closed doors she very easily expressed her insecurities. I know we all have them. Little things about ourselves we don’t particularly love or would like to change, I guess I just never expected Summer to be so open about hers. She’s physically stunning, yes, but she’s beautiful beyond that. I’ve never met someone with as much life and joy as she emulates.
I feel my phone buzz in my pocket and pull it out discreetly to take a look while people around me are still mingling.
Summer
Here. So you don’t have to stare all night.
Fuuuuuck.
Summer’s text comes through with a picture of her in the dress standing in front of her mirror at her apartment. She must’ve taken this just before coming here tonight. My mouth waters at the way she’s posing, letting the slit in her dress do its job and giving my dick a reason to start aching.
It’s a nice dress. I like it.
Summer
I like your suit.
Her reply to me comes almost immediately, but when I glance up she isn’t across from me any longer. I swivel around in my chair trying to find her when suddenly my eyes land on her figure near the bar. She’s leaning against it, hair brushed completely to one side with her eyes sparkling from all the way over there. That dress really outlines the curve of her hips and the shape of her body. Something I’ve barely noticed until recently, and now it’s all I can fucking see.
My phone buzzes another time and I see her set hers down on the bar.
Summer
And I like your face.
I like your face.
Summer
Your hands.
Your thighs.
I pull at the collar of my shirt, loosening it as much as I can without looking sloppy for this damn dinner that I suddenly have the urge to leave. And take Summer with me.
Summer comes back to the table along with Liam, Nate, and Mia. All taking their seats as we wait for Abby and Ford to make a quick speech before dinner is served and the rest of the night continues.
