“Shot?”
I pursed my lips before shrugging.Fuck it.I ordered two shots of tequila and a beer for him.
“What are we toasting?”
He looked me up and down. “Good company.”
“Good company.” I clinked his glass before I drank the shot, trying not to grimace at the sting.
Forest chuckled.
“Shut up,” I grumbled, putting my glass on the bar. “I don’t drink the hard stuff.”
“Sometimes, I think you’re so innocent,” Forest grinned.
“I’m not,” I said, handing him his beer.
If he only knew how innocent I was.
“You get this look sometimes, it's like a deer in the headlights look, so innocent and I just want to—” He stepped closer. “I just want to see if it's all an act or if you really are this wholesome.”
My body flushed with desire as he crowded me against the bar.
“Just cause I don’t drink much, doesn’t mean I’m innocent,” I said, while taking a long sip of my beer.
Forest studied me, glancing at my lips before taking a drink of his own. If I wanted to, I knew I could ask him to take me home, and I was damn sure he wouldn’t bat an eye at the request. My phone vibrated in my pocket, and I immediately reached for it before I could stop myself.
Best Sam – Hey, its Valencia. Just thought you'd like to know. He made it out of surgery. The surgeon is confident the repair is better.
Before I knew what I was doing, I hit call.
“Hey, Jude,” Valencia answered as I walked outside the bar.
“What happened?” I asked forgoing the niceties. “Why did he go in for another surgery? I thought everything was fine?”
“Uh… Well?—”
“Valencia what are you doing?” Someone murmured.
“He deserves to know,” she whispered.
“His first surgery wasn’t successful. He complained about knee pain, but everyone dismissed him until he finally got an MRI and they saw what was wrong,” she said quickly as more whispering was happening. “Just call him, I know he wants to hear from you.”
“Mamacita, don’t meddle.”
“What about hockey?” My heart was hurting.
“I don’t?—”
Some commotion sounded as more murmuring came through the phone.
“So help me god, I won’t suck your dick for a month if you interrupt me again,” Valencia scolded someone, and I couldn’t help but laugh. “Sorry about that, but hockey is up in the air. I don’t know what's happened between you two, but please call him. He misses you.”
“Ok, I will,” I said, rubbing my chest.
“Ok, I gotta go before these goofs start up again,” she said softly.
“Thank you, Valencia,” I said as the line ended.
