“Fuck, honey.” Sean took a long swallow of his drink. “You’re making this hard.”
“Cut it out, Sean,” Jack warned, his eyes narrowing on him.
The reality of the prior week crashed in on me all at once. “But maybe not. I’ve never actually done it. You know.” My arm nearly smacked Sean in the face when I waved it in the air. “Orgasmed with someone.”
Sean’s drink clinked on the top of the bar as he set it down hastily.
Jack’s eyebrows drew together, creating wrinkles on his forehead. “Never?”
“Nuh-uh. But don’t worry.” I leaned closer, trying to smooth out his wrinkles with my fingers. “Vibrators get me there just fine.” I was pretty sure I managed to whisper this time.
Jack closed his eyes. “Letting you drink was a terrible idea.”
“I think it’s working out pretty well,” Sean argued.
My fingers gave in to what I really wanted to do, and I brushed along the long line of Jack’s gorgeous nose. “I love your nose.”
Jack grew still as I petted it. “My nose? No one likes my nose.”
“I do.” His skin was so soft.
Sean laughed. “How’s that self-control going, Jack?”
“I hate you,” Jack told Sean, but he didn’t pull away from me. I was tempted to trace his lips as well, but then I’d have to stop touching his nose.
Wendy’s voice buzzed in the background. Likely introducing tonight’s band, but I was too busy molesting the best nose I’d ever seen to pay attention.
Until I heard the voice start to sing, a voice that I hadn’t heard in twelve years. My hand jerked away from Jack, and I swung around to stare at the stage. Logan was singing up there. He was older, and his hair wasn’t as long, but it was him.
My stomach lurched, and my hand flew up to cover my mouth. “Ugh!” I cried, my eyes widening as bile burned my throat.
“I’ve got you,” Sean said, lifting me off the stool and booking it toward the restroom. We made it just in time, and he held back my hair as I lost most of the booze in the toilet.
I slumped forward, my head whirling. “Why didn’t you get sick?”
“Because I’m not a lightweight like you.” He tore off a paper towel, and water splashed. The dampened towel felt good onthe back of my neck. He curled it around so it’d stay, then tore off another. This one he used to wipe my face and finally my mouth. “You doing okay, honey?”
“Did I really see him?” I asked.
Sean frowned, throwing the towel away. “Who?”
I shook my head, not ready to say his name. My chest felt too tight. I pulled the other paper towel off my neck, climbing to my feet to move to the sink and rinse my mouth. Then I stared in the mirror.
I hadn’t tried to look pretty that night. My hair was in a lopsided ponytail, and I wore comfy jeans and a baggy T-shirt, with a wet spot on the shirt I didn’t want to think too much about. I wiped at it with the towel, making it spread. The lopsidedness I could fix.
“I’m such a mess,” I muttered.
“You’re really not.” Sean wrapped an arm around me, right on top of the wet spot, and nuzzled my hair. “I don’t think you realize how much I like you. How much we do.”
“You and Jack have helped me a lot.” I smiled at him in the mirror. “I hope you know how much I like you, too.”
“With what you said today, I’m getting a better idea. Can I ask you something?”
“Always.” I leaned my head back against his chest.
“Do you ever imagine Jack? Like you said you imagine me?”
Heat filled my cheeks. “I started to, but it’s different. He’s my friend.”
