Okay… three.
“This your third one?” he asked, eyebrows raised.
I shrugged dramatically. “I know you only agreed to one since you have to drive, but don’t judge me.”
He laughed. “I’m not judging. I’m calculating.”
“Well calculate this,” I said, pointing at him. “I’m a lightweight, and I already feel good.”
“You felt good before the shots,” he teased.
I couldn’t even deny it. It wasn’t just the alcohol. It was also him and his energy.
He lifted his glass. “This my first and only until we get back. Safety first.”
We clinked glasses.
“To what?” he asked.
I hesitated. “To… not thinking,” I said.
“To not thinking.”
The tequila burned going down. I coughed and shook my head, fanning my mouth.
I slid off the stool and had to balance myself against the counter. “Okay wait. Now I’m actually nervous.”
He stood up, stepping into my space. “Nervous about what?”
“I don’t know,” I admitted, laughing. “This. Being out. Being… here.”
He reached up and gently slid my Chanel shades off the top of my head.
“It’ll be dark in there,” he said reassuring me. “But if you want even more privacy, wear these and cover your eyes.”
I blinked at him. “If it’s already dark and I wear these, I won’t be able to see anything.”
He leaned closer. “From the music, drinks, and vibes… you won’t be able to see anyway. Your eyes gonna be closed.”
He kissed me then.
“Let go,” he spoke against my lips. “I am your eyes tonight. Your ears. Your brain. Your legs. Your arms. You’re not responsible for a thing.”
I smiled against his mouth and kissed him back. I hated how he made me feel like a little girl again because I remembered when Kairo used to make me feel like that.
“Let’s go,” he said suddenly.
Before I could ask how or where or wait, he bent down, scooped me up, and lifted me into his arms.
“Stacks!” I shrieked, laughing so hard my stomach hurt.
“You said you’re nervous,” he grinned. “I told you. You’re not walking nowhere tonight.”
My arms wrapped around his neck just laughing as he walked to his car.
The ride wasn’t long, but it felt like it since his hand rested on my thigh.
When he turned down a narrow side street and pulled up in front of a small tin building with a faded neon beer sign flickering in the window, I frowned.
