Page 30 of Chance of Romance
Jake jerked his chin at him.
“What?” Logan barked.
Jake gave him a sympathetic look. “Might be time to check out another part of the party, bud.”
Great. The heave-ho from his own brother.
“You know what?” Sabrina snapped. “I’ll go. I don’t need to sit here and get yelled at.” She grabbed her phone, stood unsteadily, turned, and walked away.
She’d left her purse on the bench. He grabbed her purse, catching up with her as she moved unsteadily through the brick hallway toward the noise of the party. “Sabrina, I’m sorry.”
She whirled. “It’s a party! Excuse me for enjoying myself. And I can’t help it if Marcus drank from my glass!”
He set her purse over her bare shoulder, his fingers grazing warm silky skin. “You’re right. I’m just in a mood, I guess.” And then he couldn’t help himself, the words tumbling out. “You look stunning in that dress. It suits you.”
She leaned close enough for his pulse to thrum, his body heating, primed for more. “It’s Claire’s,” she said softly.
Do not touch her.She was drunk. He was not exactly single. They werefriends. “It still looks amazing.” His voice came out husky, his own lust betraying him. “Can I say that as your friend?”
She pursed her luscious pink lips like she had to think it over. “Sure, why not? Claire, Lexi, and Hailey said the exact same thing.”
He was dying for a taste of her sweetness, nearly woozy with her scent—honey, flowers, and sweet Sabrina. “Guess I’m not very original,” he murmured.
She sighed, her breath fanning his face. His gaze dropped to her mouth, the temptation of it made him lean in ever so slightly. Time stood still, the air crackling between them as they stood, nearly touching, sharing a breath. So close, so tempting, sonecessary. The blood roared in his ears.
She took a step back and held up a palm.
He gave himself a mental shake. That palm was the stop sign on lust, but his lust wasn’t going anywhere, still running full throttle through him, every instinct driving him to get closer. “Sabrina.”
She blinked rapidly and took a deep breath. “I don’t think we should be friends anymore. I can’t…I just think we should say goodbye.”
His chest clutched. “Why?”
“Because…” She let out a huge sigh. “Because you’re leaving.”
“Not right away.”
She tilted her head. “And I kinda hate you a little bit for that when I should be happy for you, so goodbye.”
They stared at each other. Was this really it? A drunken goodbye in his brother’s basement? Her eyes watered, and she took in a shuddering breath like she was going to cry or something.
He offered his hand for at least a goodbye handshake.
She rushed at him, hugging him tight around the middle. No elbow squeeze, no awkward pat on the back, just a warm hug, her soft curves fitting perfectly against him. His arms went around her for only a moment before she pulled away.
Then she was gone.
And he was left standing there, suddenly cold and alone, wondering what the hell just happened.
