Page 24 of Don't Go Breaking My Heart
He’s standing so close.
Yes, it’s so he doesn’t have to shout to be heard—but close just the same. I can smell him again. His cologne. His shower gel. Shampoo.
I take a sip, trying not to stare at his chest.
Whoa!Damn this drink is strong.
“I owe you one,” I say, gesturing to the glass. It’s shaped like a bell and filled with pink liquid, a purple flower floating on its surface. “Mmm.”
“I’ll add it to your tab.”
“I have a tab?”
“You do now,” he says, lips twitching as he sips whatever cocktail is in his glass, the large, square ice cube jingling against the crystal. “Running tally.”
I raise a brow. “What’s the damage so far?”
He considers, leaning a fraction closer. “One drink. Two heart attacks. And a near-death experience in the back of that Uber.”
I giggle and roll my eyes. “You were fine.”
“Mylifeflashed before my eyes. Who was going to save me?”
“Oh please.” I gesture with my drink. “You are a wall of muscle. I practically bounced off you when he took that sharp turn.”
“Wall of muscle?” He perks up. “Are you admitting I’m built for impact?”
“I’msayingit’s commendable you didn’t flinch when I accidentally touched your thigh.”
Accidentally.
My roommate’s eyes gleam. “You call that atouch?”
I blink. “Ibegyour pardon?”
“If that’s your definition of touching, I’ve got concerns about your definition of groping.”
We lock eyes. Neither of us laughs. The silence stretches—charged. Heavy with the memory of thigh brushes and shared breath in the back seat. The wind picks up like it’s eavesdropping, waiting for someone to strike a match and set this rooftop on fire.
Turner nods toward my drink. “How’s that working out for you?”
I glance down at the glass. Pink. Melty.
Half gone.
“Still recovering from the first,” I admit, swirling the liquid. “At this rate, I’m one sip away from proposing to someone.”
He moves closer, dipping his head so he can get close. “I’d say yes.”
I laugh—nervous, breathless. “You’re joking.”
“Am I?”
“You don’t even know me. I could be a monster.”
“True.” His laugh is low and causes me to shiver. “So. How long have you known Nova?”
Aww. A topic I can bite in to. “Since college. She was my roommate sophomore year, and the rest is history.” Honestly, she only made it through two years at University, but we keptin touch after she dropped-out to take design classes at a Tech school.
