Yet . . .
The dressing room.
Him zipping me up.
That kiss.
It feels so real.
Then again, I’ve been drinking. Maybe that’s all this is, my drunk mind wandering on me.
I’m exposed right now and slightly raw from my ex being in the same room and his announcement that he’s moving back here. It’s been an attack on all fronts. So maybe I’m just clinging to any feeling I can grasp . . . including Halsey’s heady caresses.
“What else do you prefer in a man?” he repeats as his thumb runs across my exposed skin.
A thrumming erupts between my legs when his eyes connect with mine. His hand moves up another inch, and I can feel everything twitch inside me with anticipation.
“Umm . . .” I wet my lips. “I prefer someone attentive. Someone who likes to have fun. Someone who cares about me and our relationship.”
He nods. “What else? Be more specific.”
“More specific?” I ask. “Umm . . . I guess someone who’ll challenge me but also go along with me when I need it.”
“Like ordering cheese pizza because you love it and don’t want to pick off the pepperoni?”
I smile. “Exactly. I also want someone who isn’t afraid to show me who they really are and what they really want in all aspects in life . . . including the bedroom.”
His eyes turn dark, and I know that reaction isn’t acting. There is no way.
“And what do you like in the bedroom?” he asks, his hand moving up another inch.
My heart rate kicks up as I quietly say, “Everything.”
One of his brows lifts. “Everything?”
I slowly nod. “Everything.”
The smallest of smirks falls over his face before he pulls away and lifts from his chair. Confused, I’m about to ask him where he’s going, but he holds his hand out to me. I take it, ready to walk away with him anywhere.
The dance floor has started to fill as people have finished their meals. The lights have dimmed, and the music has grown louder. Halsey walks me over to the bar, pressing his hand to my lower back and leaning into my ear. “Want another drink?”
“Yes,” I answer without even thinking about it.
And I want him to have another drink, because I like this looser side of him.
“Mind if I order for you?” His hand rests above my ass now.
“Please do,” I say, my voice coming out breathless.
He turns toward the bartender while keeping his hand possessively on me and holds up two fingers. “Two shots. Tequila with lime.”
He releases me for a moment while he pulls a twenty out of his wallet and sticks it in the tip jar, then he moves us to the end of the bar, where he leans against it and pulls me between his legs and holds me there at the hip.
“Tequila shots?” I ask with a raised brow.
He grins. “Can you handle it?”
“I can, but can you? You’re the one who doesn’t drink as much.”
