“Rooting for you, Indigo,” Rex says, adding a wink as he uses a childhood nickname Jenna’s had for me since we were kids, now adopting it.
Huffing, I down my entire drink, shoving the cup at Jenna as I turn on my heels and head towards the back of the room.
My nerve endings feel on fire.
It’s not that I can’t hold a conversation with Saint; I just get lost in his eyes and forget what he’s saying.
There should be a fucking cap on the good-looking meter, because it’s dangerous for my health.
He even has a way of speaking that makes everything sound erotic, and it’s usually followed by the most wicked thoughts conjuring in my mind.
Normally, I have to make an excuse to leave, because I canfeelthe blush creeping up on my cheeks. And then I freak out like he can see the unadulterated images that pollute my brain.
When I reach him, he hands me a cue with that panty-dropping smile, and I slowly take it from him, but our gazes seem to fuse together at that moment.
I go to speak, but the alcohol from my downed drink still burns at the back of my throat, so I wisely clear it before I open my mouth and embarrass myself.
“I have no idea what I’m doing by the way.”
His lips flicker again at the corners, causing my heart to expand.
“Lucky for you, I’m a good teacher,” he says as he walks behind me.
This.
This is exactly what I mean.
Now my brain is fighting to rewire itself, but I’m colourblind and looking for the red cable.
I glance up towards where the guys were sitting; all three of them have disappeared, along with the other two tables now suspiciously vacant. Saint and I are completely alone in the games room.
Those little shits.
“You know how to get in the position?” he asks, and I bite my tongue so hard to stop the giggle that almost bursts past my lips.
That last drink was strong, and I can already feel it floating through my head.
Clutching on to any scrapes of braveness it’s left for me, I look over my shoulder to see him mere inches from me.
“No, can you help put me in it?”
I watch as his gaze drops to the floor, and he runs his tongue along his teeth.
Fucking hell, that was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen him do. I’m about to start howling if I don’t get myself under control, an embarrassment to femininity.
I take a deep inhale as he leans in closer, turning myself back towards the table.
His breath traces the top of my bare shoulder, my back now flush with his front. The gallops my heart moves at are life threatening as his hands slowly glide up my arms, goosebumps forming in the wake of his touch.
“Put your hands like this to hold the cue properly,” he says in my ear, placing his large paws over mine, guiding them down the pool stick.
“Now, you need to bend over.”
I can feel the smile through his words, and it coaxes my own out.
“I’d usually expect a guy to at least buy me a drink first.”
I like brave Indie; she might be channelled by vodka, but I do like her drunken courage.
