Chapter Twenty-Two
Maya
The three men make their way over to the dance floor. One in particular is unable to take his eyes off of me, not that I can take mine off him either. Our focus is solely on the other.
I struggle to comprehend the feelings coursing through my body, I don’t ever remember feeling this way. There is something familiar about him, like I’ve seen his face before in a crowd somewhere. This familiarity makes my head ache as my mind tries to place him, it’s like the memory of him is fighting it’s way to the forefront of my brain and his name is on the tip of my tongue. It gets worse the closer he gets to me. He is striking. Tall, with the most handsome face I have ever seen, but it’s his eyes I can’t look away from. Those piercing green eyes are hypnotic, putting me under a trance. This can’t be a normal reaction to a stranger.
“Hey you two! I didn’t realise you were outtonight,” Fallon says as she bounds over to give them both a hug, alcohol clearly running through her blood stream as she almost topples over. Or maybe it’s just the ridiculously high heels she’s wearing.
“Sis, you knew we’d be jealous if you all went out without us. Don’t be mean and invite us properly next time.” The other newcomer says. “So, you won’t remember me, but I’m your favourite Jackson sibling. Max.” he leans in to hug me.
Hmm, he also seems familiar but not as much as the other guy. They’re so alike, he must be Fallon’s other brother.
I turn towards green eyes, he looks almost pained. My eyebrows drop in confusion, have I done something wrong? He must realise as he shakes it off and steps towards me.
“Hi, I’m Tommy.”
That voice.
I’m so stunned, I’m struggling to form words to reply. Tommy. The bells are ringing but nothing is coming through.
“Er, hi,” I say awkwardly. “I guess I knew you too?”
“You could say that,” He smiles, then takes another step closer, leaning forward.
Electricity shoots through every part of my body as his lips graze my cheek, and yes, I meaneverypart.
“Have I seen you since…” I want to ask but I trail off, it’s not exactly the sexiest first thing I could have asked him.
“Briefly, once or twice.”
“There’s something about you that I can’t put my finger on.” I say in a daze. Who is he to me?
“Dance with me whilst you figure it out?” He asks, giving me the sexiest smirk imaginable.
He reaches out his hand, offering it to me. As soon as we touch, that feeling is there, like a current running under my skin. Making me feel alive. I follow him further into the crowded dance floor, out of sight from the prying eyes of our friends. As strange as it is, I feel safe with him. Like I know he’d never do me any harm.
His large hand glides to the dip of my back and we start to dance. Slowly compared to the music that’s playing, but it feels right.
“Is this okay?” he asks, gesturing with his head to where he’s holding me. Wow, a gentleman too.
“Yes,” I breathe out. What is this man doing to me.
I hope he doesn’t think I’m some strange creeper with the way I can’t keep my eyes off him, everything about him entices me in.
The music has changed to one with more bass, making me swing my hips from side to side. I give him a flirty smirk encouraging him to join me. He doesn’t disappoint, his confidence shining through as he swings me around the dance floor. I can’t help the laugh that comes out at how much I’m enjoying this. Tommy is beaming too,clearly loving it as much as I am. Being with him like this, feels almost like DeJa’Vu, we must have danced like this before.
For his next dance move he swings me out, almost knocking into other party goers, before rolling me back in to him. Leaving us nose to nose, my hands flat on his chest.
Holy hell, he smells fucking divine.
His chest is like steel under my palms. Does he live in the gym? The suit he is wearing is tailored to him perfectly, with a crisp white shirt open at the top. The butterflies I was feeling earlier have travelled much further south now.
It’s like a battle of wills to who will look away first. He raises one hand and tucks a stray strand of hair behind my ear, his touch making me even more breathless than I already was.
“Have you thought anymore on what it is about me that has your brain turning?” he asks, his eyes searching mine.
“Nothing is coming to me, but… I want to find out,” I admit, biting my bottom lip. His eyes track to movement, want flaring inside of them.
