Page 14 of Spellbound & Speechless
“Two shots,” I say. “Whatever she’s drinking.”
The bartender pours me two pink shots, and I carrythem to Aspen. It’s like something possessed me, but I know that’s not it—it’s my fucking wolf. He’s practically panting, desperate to get closer to her.
Aspen stops twirling. Her skirt settles around her thighs, and she laughs breathlessly. “Oh! Oh! I know you.”
Swollen lips. Pink cheeks. She makes my heart race.
I clear my throat and look away. I’ll melt like cotton candy if I hold her gaze much longer. “Sort of.”
Guess she considers meeting meonceto be the same as knowing me. I don’t. No one in this town knows shit about me, and I don’t intend to let the bubbly blonde be the first to.
Then what the hell are we doing here?
My wolf’s impatience leaks through.
I hold out a shot glass. “Got you another drink. I hope you don’t mind.”
She squints and takes it from me, dipping her pinky ring into the glass. After a moment, she inspects her pinky nail. “Good. You’re not trying to poison me, I see.”
Must be some kind of charm on her bubblegum pink nail polish. That’s handy.
“I wouldn’t.” I should have considered that before. “I’ll buy you another drink if you want to watch them pour it.”
“This is fine.”
My jaw drops as she wraps her glossy lips around her finger.
I tear my gaze away and drink my shot. What am I doing here again?
“Well, I uh…” I point a thumb over my shoulder. “I’ll be over there?—”
“Oh, no, you don’t!” She grabs the collar of my jacket, pulling me in as she drinks her shot. “You owe me a dance.”
I should have considered that it would go this way. I shake my head. “Not much of a dancer.”
“Don’t start with that. Anyone can dance!”
“Not me.”
She sets the glasses on a table.
This isn’t exactly a place for dancing, at least not tonight. She’s theonlyone dancing, and I’m the only one she invited.
Everyone is watching her, but for some reason, she has her eye onme. Maybe it’s because I’m the first to approach, but I don’t care. Pride rushes through me.
When I decide to take her up on the offer, it’s not my decision. It’s my wolf’s.
She wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me closer. Heat rises to my cheeks and ears. I’m captured in her sparkling eyes.
“I didn’t think I would see you again,” she says.
“Really? But we’re neighbors.”
“Not anymore.” She pushes closer to me, and her breath grazes my neck. “I moved out.”
The news puts my wolf at ease, relieved she found a better place to stay. She’s safe now.
My hands hang limply at my sides. “Good. No one should live in that shit hole.”
