Page 21 of Set the Moment
Just what happened to her while she was gone? And why does the idea of saying yes to this date freak me out?
“Cheers to the motherfucking weekend!” Georgia shouts as she lifts her cocktail glass in the air, her sour apple margarita sloshing in the cup.
“Bitch, it’s Thursday!” Denver, one of Cleo’s new friends, jokes as Georgia giggles, throwing back her drink.
The laugh that leaves my mouth rips from the bottom of my stomach as Georgia completely misses her mouth, the drink going down her shirt while Denver’s does the same.
When Cleo first introduced the beautiful stranger, my first thought was,fuck, why is her friend a literal goddess?Followed by my second thought of,is she going to fit into our little group?
We can be a bitintenseconsidering we’re all practically family, so it could be intimidating to others.
My thoughts of unease were put to rest immediately when Denver began to joke about wanting a margarita as soon as she stepped over our threshold.
Her outspoken thoughts soon turned into a friendly competition on who could whip up the best cocktail, with all of us making our own signature drink for the entire group.
With Cleo making her signature cosmopolitan, Denver whipping up a raspberry margarita, Georgia dazzling us with her sour apple margarita, and me fixing up my go to Caribbean storm…it’s safe to say we’re shitfaced.
“Wait, wait, wait! We need more shots!” I hear Denver cry out as she chases Georgia into the kitchen from their spot on the balcony as Cleo starts singing one of our favorite princess theme songs.
Life is good. Liquor thrums through my veins and I’m surrounded by good energy. This was the whole purpose of my list. I made it to let go and relax, but something won’t let me. I don’t know if it's because I can’t find the list or because images of sage green eyes and a daring smile clouds my thoughts.
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Leaveittomygirl to have “pet a monkey” on her bucket list. I chuckle inwardly as I reread the twenty-one items on her bucket list, making my own edits in the notes app of my phone.
Some of these things have got to go. I meanwhois she kissing that isn’t me? And a one night stand is completely out of the question.
If I had the privilege of having Sienna Jones in my bed, one nightwould notbe enough. I’d need all of eternity to make up for lost time, and the rest of infinity to make more memories with her. I could never be done with her, so let’s just scratch that one off, too.
A smirk finds itself across my lips as I eye number fifteen.
Be chased…
What kind of crazy things go on in that brain of yours, angel?
Just as I’m about to highlight the bullet, a body knocks into mine on the bench, pulling me back to my current surroundings.
The Men’s Hockey locker room.
Scrambling with my phone and the list, I shove both into my duffel just as Charlie settles in next to me.
Having the list is a nonissue. I’d never judge Sienna for being inexperienced or for wanting to branch out, butthe guysdon’t know her. I won’t subject anyone to the torture of having an entire hockey team knowing their business.
The only reason that they know my business is because I don’t care enough to hide it.
Society likes to think that women are the only gender group that likes to gossip, but boy are they wrong. Mengossip.Hell, they may even gossip more than women.
Name one man who hasn’t been secretly eavesdropping on a conversation and somehow knew something that they weren’t supposed to know.
I’ll wait…
Exactly.
“Sooooo…” The blond giant wiggles his brows at me, shimmying his shoulder into mine.
“So?” I furrow my brows at him, placing a protective hand on the duffle.
