August shakes his head, still looking ahead at the bar and not at Sean. “Nope.”
Sean attempts to go around August to stand next to me, but August doesn’t budge. He stands still like a statue, and it’s funny to watch this guy struggle to move August.
“What’s your deal, man?”
August moves his focus to Sean and says, “My deal is you’re talking to my girl.”
The liquor stops halfway through my straw while my eyes dart between the two of them. My eyebrows are fighting for their life when they shoot up my forehead, trying to touch the sky.
Sean looks at me skeptically, then back at August. “She didn’t say she’s here with someone.”
“I did say I’m here with a group of people. You didn’t ask if I’m here with a guy.”
“You’re with this guy?” Sean points to August.
I shrug and take another sip of my drink. “If he says so.”
I’m not sure what’s come over August, but this side of him is turning me on, and now I need to be careful. Don’t do me dirty, zombie drink.
Sean gives both of us one last look before he nods once. “Have a good night, Rebecca.”
August looks at me and mouths,Rebecca?Before looking back at Sean as he walks away. I snort.
“He asked my name, and I said it was Rebecca. No harm, no foul.”
He lets out a huff of a laugh and shakes his head. “Of course you did.”
“What can I get you, sir?” the bartender asks August.
“Old-fashioned, please.” August turns back to me, his arm leaning on the bar, and his gaze roaming my body.
I squint my eyes at him. “So, I’m your girl now?”
The corner of his lips turns downward. “Only to that guy. I was saving you.”
“Uh-huh, sure you were.”
The bartender sets August’s drink down and he reaches out for it, keeping his eyes on me.
“You okay?” he asks.
“Yeah. I’m fine. Why?” I move through the crowd and back to the booth. August follows closely behind me. I’m sure he’s giving the death stare to any man who looks at me.
“Considering you’re drinking five different types of rum in one glass, I’d say you’re going through it. You didn’t mention anything at dinner.”
“Excuse me,” I say to a group of guys who aren’t moving. They all stare at me, and some of them give me a slimy smile. “Please move.”
They part and let me through. I can feel their eyes on me. A hand presses at my lower back, but I know it’s August. I’d know the feel and imprint of his hand with my eyes closed.
“August,” Beau shouts from the booth, gesturing his head over toward the guys.
“Will you be okay the rest of the night?” he asks me, hand still pressed against me.
“Yeah, I’ll be fine.” I flick my eyes up at him beforehe nods and walks away, his hand lingers on my back until I can’t feel it anymore, and I feel empty.
I'mfour drinks deep and as happy as one can be while drunk. I still know what's happening around me and don't feel dizzy, so I'm going to call that a win for tonight. I've been on and off the dance floor, talking to random women in the bathroom, hyping each other up, and convincing the DJ to play whatever I asked for.
I've also noticed August glancing at me the entire night, and every time I caught him, I would stick out my tongue and wave him off.
