Page 14 of The Vow We Made
I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t turned on by his protective actions. Maybe I should have said I can fight my own battles and told him off for being so presumptuous, but why lie about it? I was happy to stand back and let him defend me. It felt good.
“That’s the second time you’ve saved me tonight.”
“It might not be the last,” he replies, his hooded gaze coupled with his hand now squeezing my hip, steals my breath. “Haven’t you noticed every man in this club is checking you out? I better keep my wits about me, I’ve got a lot of competition.”
It’s a happy coincidence that our attention is taken by the barman placing drinks we didn’t order in front of us, because my tongue has stuck to the roof of my mouth and blocks my ability to speak. I’m not sure I’d have a good enough come-back to his observation anyway.
The clearly embarrassed barman nods towards the glasses. “On me.” He then nods briefly towards Aiden as a form of apology before swiftly moving to his next customer. As if he expected nothing less, Aiden accepts his gesture of goodwill and clinks his raised glass to mine.
We both take a sip, focusing only on each other. “Can I just tell you how beautiful you look tonight. Not that you didn’t last time I saw you.”
If I remember correctly, my running gear—with the obligatory wet patches around my armpits—wasn't exactly the best look. “Oh yes, of course. Now was it the sweat dripping down my face or the puffed red cheeks that bowled you over?”
A smile plays across his lips, and his eyes crinkle with boyish charm. Knowing I caused that smile, coupled with the feel of his hand on my hip when he moves in closer, has my heart beating out of control.
“I’m pretty sure I didn’t notice.”
I giggle, “Well, thank you for the compliment.”
He pulls back and I’m left feeling disappointed. I wanted his hand to continue its bold exploration down to my thigh and maybe use his imagination, not the opposite, but I find myself jolting away anyway. There’s a slap to his back which breaks any remaining contact between us.
“Adie-boy!”
A spark of recognition ignites when I hear our intruder’s voice. I don’t know why, but I feel as if I should know him.
