“What are you waiting for?” Tyler calls from behind me.
I’m trying to find my balls.
“Nothing.”
“Go on, then.”
“I’m going.”
“Do I have to wait for you?” There’s an unappreciated thread of sarcasm woven into his voice.
“Don’t worry about it. I can find my way home,” I tell him, before taking a deep breath and diving head-first into the past.
Jordan
“Oh, my God.” I put my drink down before I drown myself in it.
“What’s wrong?”
“He’s coming this way.”
“Who?” Anya asks, straightening up in her chair. She goes to turn around, but I stop her.
“No, Jesus! Don’t turn around!”
“What’s going on?”
I shut up suddenly before I can give her a response; he’s already appeared behind us.
“That wasn’t nice.”
Jesus Christ.If his smile melts my panties, his voice makes them disappear altogether.
He grabs the free chair and makes himself comfortable.
“You didn’t even say goodbye.”
“But I thanked you for the drinks,” I manage to miraculously spit out.
“I think ahugwould’ve been more appropriate.”
I sip at my pink gin and decide to follow his provocative lead.
“Maybe a ‘welcome back’ kiss would’ve been better.”
He smiles cheekily at me, and I cross my legs tightly under the table.
“That definitely would’ve been better.”
“I can imagine. But, you know, you have to earn these things.”
Anya shuffles in the seat beside me, her disbelieving gaze glued to me. She never would’ve expected me to say something like that – and to be honest, I would never have expected it, either.
I place my empty glass on the table and he watches me, before lifting his eyes to meet mine.Jesus: his gaze alone could chew up my panties and swallow them whole.
“Let’s start with another round,” he says, taking my glass. “For you and your friend.”
“Her friend was just leaving.” Anya leaps to her feet. “It’s late and I have somewhere to be tomorrow. And, let’s face it, Kerry,” she says, turning to him. “I don’t really want to be a third wheel. And your friend over there,” she says, pointing to our table, where Tyler is still sat, “isn’t exactly my type.”
