Page 45 of One More Shot
I truly do understand, but I can’t help but feel a wave of sadness towards him. Maybe I’ll never have an orgasm, but I haven’t abandoned all thoughts of falling in love. Not yet anyway.
But Dane’s chosen his path. I can see it in his eyes, the stubborn glint that tells me there’s not a thing anyone could say to him to make him change his mind.
I clear my throat. ‘When was the last time you had some fun?’
Dane’s grin morphs into something a little more natural, more familiar, and he wiggles his brows. ‘Are you offering?’
There we go.
‘No,’ I snort and smack his thigh. There’s that warmth again, blooming under my fingertips at the contact. ‘But I will be your wingman.’
Dane’s brows disappear into his hairline and I don’t blame him. The offer comes out of my mouth before my brain really has the chance to register what I’m saying. ‘You’llwingmanme?’
‘I’m great at it.’ It’s true. The only reason Sasha even gave Wes a second glance was because of me, and look at them now. ‘And you deserve some fun.’
He stares at me for a few seconds, chewing the inside of his cheek. ‘And what about you? Do you deserve some fun,Eliott?’
He’s doing it again. Saying my name in that drawn-out kind of way, like he wants to savour it on his tongue.
I force a smile and try not to put too much thought into the disappointment I’m currently feeling.
We’re back to our usual status quo.
Sasha hasn’t stopped grinning all night. From the moment Dane turned up at our door, as we piled into our Uber, and even as we stepped through the doors of the venue, Sasha’s brown-lined lips have been pulled into a wide smile.
If Dane’s noticed anything off about her tonight, he hasn’t mentioned it.
‘Can youstop?’ I hiss when the two of us finally get a brief moment alone as Dane and Wes head to the bar to get us some drinks.
‘Stop what?’ Sasha says, her voice an innocent sing-song.
‘You know exactly what you’re doing.’
‘I’m having a great time with my boyfriend and my best friend and her—’ Sasha gives a deliberate and dramatic pause as she pretends to think. ‘Hm. Howwouldyou describe your relationship with Dane?’
‘We’refriends,’ I grit out. ‘So you can stop all of this now.’
She flutters her eyelashes at me, a picture of innocence. ‘Stop what?’
If Sasha wasn’t my very best friend in the world, I think I might throttle her. I still might. ‘I mean it, Sash. You’re making it weird.’
‘Sorry,’ Sasha says with what looks like genuine remorse. ‘It’s just. Well. You guys arecutetogether.’
‘But we’re not together. We’re just friends,’ I manage to grit out.
Just. Friends.
‘Only because you’re stubborn as hell,’ Sasha mumbles, quiet enough that I can pretend like I didn’t hear. She nods at something over my shoulder and gives me an exasperated look. ‘Anyone can see that he’s all about you.’
I glance behind me just in time to see Dane and Wes pushing through the crowd again, each holding two drinks in their hands. Wes makes an automatic beeline for Sasha, but Dane gets caught up in the crowd.
A tall, pretty girl with long passion twists stops him halfway across the room. I can’t hear what she says over the music, but her body language is unmistakable. She leans in, her chest brushing against his, and whispers something into his ear. Dane’s face breaks out into a pleased grin, but instead of nodding enthusiastically and quickly disappearing into a dark corner of the club with her like I expect, he just shakes his head.
The girl pouts, says something else that makes him laugh, and then disappears back into the crowd with her friends. As soon as she’s gone, Dane looks up and catches my eye.
‘That’s right,’ Sasha murmurs, looking incredibly pleased with herself. ‘Like I said, he’s all aboutyou.’
Wes gives me a look that suggests he’s in full agreement with Sasha.
