Scary low.
So low that I feel like I’m going to flash a plumber’s crack at least a million times tonight.
The material is ruched around my backside and my hips, emphasizing their shape. And even though it’s crazy tight,there’s a stretch to it, so I’m not struggling to breathe. Plus, the shade of red complements my olive complexion.
Blake is a magician and has applied the perfect smoky eye makeup and curled my hair, so it falls down my back in waves. In my completely unbiased opinion, I look hot.
My best friend looks amazing as usual. Her dress is short as well, but the dark navy fabric isn’t gathered like mine. It’s straight with a slit on the side. And she has actual straps instead of flimsy metal, but her dress cuts lower in the front.
Blake angles her knees toward me and bends in my direction, lowering her voice. “Alright, Missy. Spill.”
Frowning, I ask, “What?”
“There’s something swirling around in that head of yours. I can tell. What is it?”
My cheeks flame. “Nope. Just the dad stuff.”
“Liar,” she retorts.
“Only truths here.” I pinch my lips together and stare down at my lap, and I feel Blake’s eyes analyzing my face.
She gives me a chastising look. “Savannah Lynn Foster, I am your best friend, and best friends don’t keep secrets.”
I fidget with my hands in my lap. “It’s not necessarily a secret.”
Her expression is unamused.
“It’s something my father said the other day,” I start. Blake grabs my hand, urging me to go on. “He brought up my…” I struggle to find the right word that doesn’t make me cringe.
Thankfully, Blake knows what I’m trying to say and gasps. “He didn’t!”
“Shhhhhh.” I check to see if the driver is listening to us, but his head is angled away, preventing me from seeing his face. However, something about him seems familiar.
“I can’t believe he did that.” Blake shakes her head. “It’s none of his business. You don’t owe him shit.”
A tired exhale releases from my lungs. “I know, but it reminded me of how he still has that power. He still controls that part of me, and I don’t want him to. I’m twenty-nine years old, and I’ve never done more than kiss a guy.”
“That’s perfectly okay. You operate on your own timeline and no one else’s,” Blake validates.
“Thanks, but I want it gone. I think I’m ready.”
“Be sure, babe. Don’t be like me and lose it to some idiot with a mullet at a drive-in movie.”
I can’t help but laugh at her.
“I’m serious.” Her smile contradicts her statement.
“I know, I know,” I placate. “If the opportunity presents itself, I’m going for it.” The determination in my voice is unmistakable.
Blake flinches back as if I shocked her. “Oh my God! You little wild child! Let your freak flag fly!”
I shush her again, and my hands fly up to cover her mouth.
“We’re here.” The cab driver interrupts, not bothering to turn around. He pulls his cap lower over his face, and light reflects off his hair.
Blake pats my thigh. “Alright, let’s go inside and see if we can’t add a fourth to your little harem.” She pulls cash out of her wristlet, pays the driver, and leads the way to the line outside of one of her favorite nightclubs, Onyx.
“You’re lucky I love you,” I tell her as I sling my dainty clutch with a long strap over my shoulder, then we hug each other and hurry to the back of the long line.
