Page 26 of Good Girl's Guide to Love
Not that I know what that’s like, either. Jonathan never did that. He said it was gross.
I thinkhe’sgross.
“Linc, listen to me.” I lean in, close enough so it looks like a couple is just having a private conversation. “You’re the first person maybe ever who hasn’t treated me with kid gloves. Tonight you told me to do the scary thing, and I am. But I can’t do it without you. Because tonight I don’t want to be the good girl. Tonight I need you to forget what I just said and treat me exactly how you have all night. Can you do that? Please.”
I do my best to plead with my eyes, but considering the room is starting to spin a bit, I’m not sure how that’s going. He must get it, though, because he nods and adds a kiss to my forehead for good measure.
Oh, this guy is a great fake boyfriend…
“What can I do to help?”
I smile and lean over, grabbing the bottle of Fireball.
“How about another shot?”
“Linc! Dance with me!”
At some point after the fifth shot, I decided that mocktails weren’t enough. Also, why didn’t anyone tell me that vodka cranberries were delicious? They basically taste like my cranberry with lime but with bonus fun!
My hips are swaying, and my drink is in the air. I’m getting lost in the beat, because bless the heart of the singer who decided to sing a classic R&B song, when I feel Linc’s hands on each of my hips.
“How about I just stand here and make sure you don’t fall?”
I shake my head, and good thing he’s holding me, because I stumble a bit as I turn around. Luckily, I don’t spill my drink.
Look at me go. I’m even wearing wedge sandals. I feel like this is some sort of accomplishment.
“Why not?” I’m still dancing in his hold, and the smirk on his face is enough to make me want to do this all night.
“I’m not much of a dancer,” he says. “I feel like this is a safer bet.”
I swat away his words, and sway a little myself with the motion. “You don’t even have to move your feet. It’s all in the hips.”
He laughs. “I’ll take your word for it.”
Out of nowhere, Mia grabs my free hand and pulls me from Linc. “Well, if you aren’t going to dance with her, I am!”
He sends me a wink. “Please do. I’m going to head to the bathroom. You okay? If you need anything, just grab Wyatt or any of the guys.”
“I’m fine,” I say with a smile as Mia and I make a dance floor in the roped-off area of the VIP section. We’re right by the entrance, so this is as close to the other bar-goers as we can get.
“I had a feeling this night was going to be epic, but I had no idea it was going to be like this.”
“Right?” I yell, probably a little too loudly, but because I’m drunk I don’t care. “Thank you for making me come here!”
“Believe me, if I knew that bringing you here would mean partying with Fury players lead to you drinking, I would’ve dragged you here sooner.”
I realize I’ve been in such a Linc bubble I have no idea what she’s been up to. “Oh! Is something happening with Wyatt?”
Mia shrugs in that nonchalant way she does. “He’s going to be fun for tonight. But that’s it.”
I swear she’s the most hard-headed woman on the planet. I think he’s perfect for her, at least from the five minutes I’ve talked to him. “Oh! I love this song!”
We start jumping and singing, and even some of the other Fury players and guests inside our VIP area join us. I’m so in the moment, and not paying a lick of attention to my surroundings, when I lose my footing and stumble back.
Oh no! I’m falling. Backward. Between the tight area, and the fact that I’m pretty drunk, I can’t get my balance. Though I do take a second to congratulate myself that I haven’t dropped my drink.
God, I’m good.
