Mestillnotspeaking about it after all these years is only because of Grams’s constant reminder that you only state your own truths rather than dictating others.
“Troff,” she teasingly calls out my hometown nickname, “you do know you look like you were ripped off a can of really fuckin’ old green beans, right?”
“I’m jus’ the best man.” It’s impossible not to smirk. “Only wore what I was told.”
“We should dance, Dubs,” she sweetly suggests, floral dress covered frame nonchalantly tugging him towards the bustling area. “Let’s just dance your troubles away.”
“Worked for Archie,” I mirthfully mumble knowing neither will get the reference.
“Wilcox,” Dubs requests while letting himself get led elsewhere. “Top shelf.”
He’s barely out of sight when an unexpected voice inquires, “Like Archie Bell?”
There’s no stopping my head from snapping down to the golden toffee brown skinned, full-figured beauty bearing a long sleeve jean jersey dress that she’s got bunched up to her elbows. My mouth lowers to answer, yet the instant her midnight chocolate gaze latches onto my hazel air somehow skates everywhere elseexceptmy lungs.
“Like…Archie Bell & The Drells?”
“Yeah,” gracelessly gets grunted out of me.
“Didn’t think I’d hear someone bring upfunkat acountry barin the middle of fucking nowhere.”
“More R&B than funk,” I warmly – but impulsively – argue.
“More soul than R&B.”
“More funk than soul.”
“Debatable.”
“Then debate with me,” slides out like a loose puck I swore I had possession of.
The dark, curly haired female bashfully steals a bite out of her plump bottom lip that I won’t deny I want on top of mine.
My neck.
Chest.
Cock.
Fuck me…is this love?
Thankfully, the gorgeous grin on her face grows irrefutably brighter as she answers, “MaybeafterI order a drink.”
“What are you havin’?”
“Is that your way of asking can you buy me a drink?”
“No, I’mdefinitelybuyin’ it…” Small chuckles are attached to me leaning forward to rest my arms on the bar. “Jus’ curious as towhatI’ll be payin’ for.”
Giggles flood the gap between us, summoning me to scoot closer.
Guzzle them down.
Get drunker than I’ve ever been before on the sweetest and most intoxicating sound in existence.
I mean my fuckingtoothis beginning to ache.
If she keeps this shit up, I’m gonna end the night looking like Looferz – the teeth are optional second liner I tendy for on my NHL team, The Dalvegan Dragons.
