Page 2 of Pieces of Us
“I have plenty of time for that. I don’t need to be tied down at my age.”
I hear her laughter again and become impatient with myself. Setting down the rest of my beer, I say, “I’m going to go talk to her.”
Jax raises his bottle toward me. “Good luck.”
I run my hands through my hair, let out a breath, and turn to walk toward her. Her friend sees me approaching first and narrows her eyes at me. It makes me uneasy. If I wasn’t sodetermined to talk to the beautiful woman beside her, I would turn back right now.
She watches me approach and slaps the brunette’s arm to draw her attention to me. She turns in her chair, and I see her eyes for the first time. They’re deep blue, like the sky before a storm. They stand out against her dark brown hair and fair skin. She’s like a hot Snow White. And when her pouty red lips form a smile, I feel like the wind has been knocked out of me. I gather up my courage and stop behind their chairs, pointing to her glass.
“Can I buy you a drink?”
“Move along, pretty boy.”
I turn to her friend. “Don’t chase me off just yet. I was going to offer you a drink as well.”
“Well, if you’re buying, you have five minutes.” Her nose turns up. “But don’t get any ideas. We don’t do group activities.”
The brunette’s face scrunches up. “Oh my god, G. He’s just trying to buy us a drink.” She looks up at me. “Right, pretty boy?”
“Right. Well, sort of. I was over there with my friends when I heard your laugh, and I wanted to come talk to you. I wouldn’t mind hearing it again.”
Her cheeks turn pink, and she looks down at her empty glass. “You like my laugh?”
“I do. When I heard it, it made me smile.”
“That’s sweet of you to say. People usually make fun of my laugh.”
I shake my head. “That’s crazy, because it’s the best thing I’ve heard in a really long time.”
She smirks at me, and I think I see her friend roll her eyes. “Okay, pretty boy, you can buy me a drink.”
“Great. What are you drinking?”
“Prosecco.”
“Alright, bubbles. Prosecco it is.” I grin at her.
“Bubbles?”
“Yeah, you like drinks with bubbles.”
The bartender approaches us, and I order our drinks. Her friend orders a whiskey sour.
There isn’t a free barstool, so I slide in beside bubbles. She smells like vanilla, and it makes me wonder what her skin tastes like. We all take a sip of our drinks and I turn to her. “Do you dance?”
She nods. “Yeah, but I’m here with my friend. It’s our first night out in a while.”
G rolls her eyes. “Don’t let me stop you. Go dance.” She almost pushes bubbles out of her seat.
“You’re sure?”
“Totally. Go have fun.” She glances at me, then leans over to whisper something in bubble’s ear that makes her laugh. A full laugh. I know they’re talking about me, but I can’t help but smile at the sound.
“Okay, let’s go,” she says as she stands from her seat.
I take her hand and lead her to an empty spot on the dance floor. We start moving, and I know at that moment I want her. Her full hips sway in time to the music while matching my rhythm. If we move like this on a dance floor, imagine what we could do in other places. She loops her arms around my neck, and in the process, her breasts push together to form the most glorious cleavage I think I’ve ever seen.
“Eyes up here, pretty boy.”
