“Consider it my last drink of the night.”
“Are we headed home after those?”
He shakes his head. “Nope.”
“No? What do you have planned?” I ask as he brings my hands to his chest, where I keep them and lean into him. I catch him glancing over at our table for a moment, and then he returns his attention to me.
“We have an ex to make jealous,” he says before he thanks the bartender for our shots.
He holds one out to me, and I take it despite the weird sensation spiking through me from his comment.
We have an ex to make jealous.
I know that’s why Halsey’s here with me. I’m well aware of his purpose, but . . . I don’t know, a small part of me thought that the touches, the grazes, and the kiss were all maybe something a little more.
But his comment brings me back to reality.
He’s here for a reason, and if Halsey’s anything, he’s a man of his word. We will make Perry jealous.
Hiding my sigh of disappointment, I clink my shot glass with Halsey and take the shot down before biting on the lime, skipping the salt altogether.
When I set the glass down, he says, “Want to dance?”
I shiver as the burning liquid flows down my throat. “I need to go to the bathroom first.”
“Hurry up.” He winks before releasing me.
On steady yet slightly wobbly legs, I move away from him, only to glance over my shoulder once to find him watching me walk away, those soulful eyes fixated on me and me alone.
God!
He’s good.
He’s really freaking good.
He’s truly making me feel like I’m the one who matters the most in this room. Not the newly wedded couple, not the single girls bouncing around looking for his attention, or the guys, for that matter, but me.
Just me.
Too bad it’s not real.
I head into the bathroom, move by a few girls fixing their makeup, and take care of business, being extra careful with my dress so it doesn’t fall in the toilet somehow. Once finished, I stand in front of the mirror, where I wash my hands and look at my reflection.
My cheeks are flushed.
I have a slight smirk to my lips.
And I look . . . happy.
Not sure the last time I sported this kind of grin, even when I was dating Perry.
Maybe I wasn’t in love with him the way I thought I was. Perhaps his moving was a blessing I didn’t know I needed.
Yet he’s back . . .
He’s back, and I feel nothing toward him.
After so many years of being together, you’d think there would be a twinge of emotion from seeing him, but . . . nothing.
