“You’ve got older.”
“Wow, thanks.”
“But I guess I just didn’t expect it.”
“What? To find me here?”
I nod.
“I’ve just got back in town.”
“Have you moved back here?”
“Let’s just say that I have some family issues to sort out.”
“I get it.”
I take another sip, trying to ease the tension. I’ve never been good at these games, and I’m out of practice.
“You don’t look like you’ve aged a day.”
“Really?”
He lets his gaze slide over me, travelling over my chest and falling finally on my lips. I part them instinctively as his eyes reach up to mine.
“You’re still beautiful.”
I smile.
“Maybe even more beautiful.”
“Is this how you got all those women?”
“What women?”
“You know…the papers, the internet…”
“Not this again. Why does everyone here believe everything they read?”
“Life can get quite boring around here.”
“I can think of a few ways to ease the boredom.”
“Oh yeah?”
He nods, his eyes ablaze.
“Are you playing all your cards just to get me into bed?”
“I usually save them until afterwards. When we’re already in bed.”
His words shiver along my skin.
“Are you promising me a night I’ll never forget?”
“I’m promising you a wild night, where you can let yourself go; where anything is possible.”
I look past his smile, his eyes, his voice. His words are my biggest problem now – who knows whether he’s practiced them in front of a mirror, or they just came naturally to him in the heat of the moment. The fact is that I believe them, blindly – I don’t need another drink for that. But to go home with him, I’d definitely need another one of those pink glasses.
