Page 70 of Embers of You
We walk out onto the dance floor, and I do my best to follow along with everyone. It’s difficult at first, but several minutes later I’m caring less about getting the moves right and more about having a good time.
I end up ordering two more drinks in between songs, and each one has me caring less and less about looking like an idiot. I’m dancing, laughing and having a great time. Bailey seems to as well, even though she hasn’t gotten any more drinks other than water.
After a while we go back to the table to sit because I need a break. I make sure to get another drink and it’s making my head feel fuzzy, and my filter non existent.
“This is so fun. Thank you for bringing me here,” I tell my new friend.
“I’m glad you like it. Sometimes we need to get out of our own heads and just…live.”
I raise my glass in her direction. “You got that right. You come here to escape a shitty situation, too?”
She snorts. “You have no idea.”
“To shitty people,” I announce, and she clinks her glass of water against mine in a cheer.
Mid sip my gaze locks on a familiar figure standing by the bar and I fight choking on my drink.
“What’s he doing here?”
Bailey follows where I’m looking, and turns back to me with a smirk. “Your stalker strikes again, huh?”
I make a dramatic noise. “Hardly my stalker at this point.”
“Why’s that?”
I mumble, “I may have slept with him…multiple times.”
Bailey chuckles. “Ah, yeah. Well, he’s coming this way.”
Sure enough he approaches the table and as I look up at him, I feel the way my gaze softens and my entire body gravitates toward him instantly. “What’re you doing here?”
“I obviously came for the line dancing.” He gestures toward the dancefloor.
“Wait, how’d you know I was here?”
“Baby, this is where anyone comes in this town.”
Him calling me baby right now is not something I can handle. The only other time he’s said that is when he’s inside me, and it brings me right back to how that feels. Add in the alcohol running through my system and I feel like I’m going to end up back in his bed tonight.
Or the tractor again. Or his truck, or even the bar bathroom if I can’t control myself.
I need to calm down.
“Bailey, nice to see you again,” Jameson greets my friend, and it distracts me from the dirty place my mind went.
“You too. Hope you’re being nice to my friend.”
I smile at her referring to me as her friend, and it seems silly, but everything is heightened right now apparently.
“Are you telling stories about me?” Jameson teases.
“No,” I deny easily.
“Good, have you done any dancing?”
“Oh yeah. Bailey has basically turned me into a pro.”
“That so? You going to show me the ropes then?”
