Page 79 of Bad at Love
“We’ll have to see, won’t we?” I tell him.
His languid gaze drops to my lips, his nostrils flaring with impatience.
Fuck, do it, just fucking kiss me.
Kiss me.
Kiss me.
He leans all the way back, gives my hand another squeeze before letting go. “Don’t you dare go anywhere.”
“Bossy,” I comment, my stomach summersaulting like crazy.
“You have no idea,” he says. Then he winks, a bit of a smile, and heads down to the bar to place the order.
I watch him. I watch him and I watch the girls in the bar watching him and I know tonight, tonight he’s mine. I have him.
I’ve never felt so alive before, a swarm of electricity underneath my skin, my heart happy, happy,happywith anticipation.
“Hey,” Jane says appearing at my side. She’s drunk but she’s pretty good at handling herself. I probably should be more drunk than I am but I’m just so excited that I’ve been taking it really slow.
“Hey. Where’s Naomi?”
“She’s talking to some guy over there.” She points into the crowd.
“That was fast.”
“I think she’s looking for her rebound tonight. I don’t blame her.”
“Me neither. Good for her. She needs to get laid.”
“She’s not the only one,” Jane says dryly. I glance at her and she’s reaching down into her purse. She pulls out a condom and puts it in the back pocket of my purse.
“What is that for?”
“For you,” she says. “In case you lose your V-card to my stepbrother tonight. Dude, I never thought I would say that phrase.”
“What are you talking about?”
Play dumb, play dumb, she’s on to you.
Jane crosses her arms. “Naomi told me about your fake dating thing.”
“Oh.”
“How is that going by the way?”
I give a faint shrug. “It’s been fun. I learned a lot about myself.”
“Like you’d rather date my brother than anyone else?”
“Jane. I’m not dating Laz.”
“I know but you’d like to.”
“What makes you say that?”
“Good grief. Marina, you were giving him the come hither eyes from day one.”
