“Sure, let me get these to my friends, and I’ll be right back.” She disappears and is back moments later, asking Bill for two drinks—one for her and one for me.
She slides onto the stool next to me, and I take in her muscular hands. Am I weird for being attracted to hands? Is that a lesbian thing, or do straight people love hands too? Her fingernails are short and clean, but it’s the veins running across the backs of her hands that get me. She grips her beer can, and my brain immediately wonders what else she could do with those hands. It’s been way too long since I’ve gotten laid.
“You don’t seem like a local. I definitely would’ve noticed you before,” she says with a wink.
“I’m just here for the weekend, hoping to blow off some steam.” I twirl my fingers around the stem of my martini glass.
“I think I might be able to help with that. Do you have a name?”
I open my mouth to tell her but stop myself. It’s a small town, and chances are my aunt is well known here. The last thing I want is for someone to recognize me and ruin my chances of getting laid tonight.
“What if we don’t exchange names?”
“You on the run or something?” She chuckles.
“I just don’t plan on being here long,” I say with a shrug.
“All right, well I have to call you something. How about City Girl?” Now she’s the one batting her eyelashes.
“What will I call you?”
“How about Mac?”
“Sure, that’s cute.” I laugh.
“What do you say we get out of here?”
“I’m staying a few minutes away. Wanna come over?” I ask, finishing my drink.
“Yeah. Let me just tell my friends, and I’ll meet you outside.”
She tips back the last of her beer while I gather my things.
Outside, it’s gotten darker, the night air cooler. I pull my sweater off my shoulders and actually put it on this time. Part of me wishes I’d taken a shower before coming out, but I’m not gross or anything. A moment later, Mac—yes, that’s what I’m calling her now—steps outside, looking even hotter in the moonlight. Is that cliché? Probably. But I’m a little tipsy and she really is beautiful.
“Ready, City Girl?” she asks, smiling, her perfectly white teeth dazzling me.
“Y-yes.” I nod.
Mac stills, stepping closer until we’re only inches apart. She presses a hand to my cheek, and I freeze at the sudden intimacy of her touch. I don’t know why I’m suddenly so nervous. It’s not like I’ve never had a one-night stand before. But when Mac leans in to kiss me, everything shifts.
Her lips touch mine, and my body moves toward hers like a magnet. We’re kissing, her hands tangling in my hair while mine wrap around her neck. It feels like we’ve kissed a million times before.
Familiarity washes over me as her tongue slips into my mouth. I know I won’t forget this hookup—hell, I’m suddenly sure I never could. She pulls back and takes my hand.
“I always kiss a woman before bringing her home—or, in this case, going home with her,” Mac says, blushing.
I clear my throat. “Why?”
“Because the kiss usually tells you how good everything is going to be.”
“Oh yeah? Then how’s everything else going to be?” I ask, teasing her with a raised eyebrow.
“Amazing. I have a feeling it’s going to be hard to leave your bed.”
She’s such a smooth talker I almost believe her—but I’ve heard my fair share of one-liners meant to get someone into bed.
“I guess we should go find out.” I wink, and she laces her fingers with mine.
