Page 89 of Hard Rock Muse
“I feel more like myself,” I admitted. “And I haven’t felt that way in a long time.”
His eyes went soft. He curled an arm around my waist and tugged me to his side.
“Why don’t we get you a drink?” Julian asked.
“Drinks?” Seth bounced up to us and drummed his fingers together like an evil movie villain. “Did I hear someone say drinks?”
“Not this early in the night,” Julian said. “I want to have at least some memory of the evening when I wake up tomorrow.”
Seth faked a pout.
“You guys are no fun,” he said, but there was good humor in his voice.
Julian and I headed to the bar. The second floor had its own so we didn’t have to face the mass of dancers. Julian ordered a beer before turning to me.
“Your usual?” Julian asked. “Vodka and cranberry?”
I leaned into him. “You remember?”
The arm around my waist tightened.
“I remember licking the taste of cranberry off your lips,” he murmured in my ear.
I shivered, a dozen memories flooding through me. I could almost feel the phantom sensation of his mouth on mine, soft and insistent. I squirmed as heat pooled between my thighs.
It was too bad Julian was against PDA because I was tempted to grab him by the wrist and drag him into a dark corner. Instead, I was going to deal with my urges by ignoring them.
I could play the good girl.
For now.
