Page 110 of One Night Only
“I am not jealous.”
“You want to go somewhere after this?”
“No.”
“Why not? New York City. Pretty girl. Big dreams. Or we could find a dark corner. A coat closet perhaps. Make out.”
“That wouldn’t be fair to Will,” I say, sarcastic.
“We can invite him too if you like.”
“I’m here till Claire leaves. And besides…” I trail off as he steps closer, his face mere inches from mine. The city lights reflect in his eyes as he looks at me, along with the moon and the stars, and oh God. I take another sip of champagne as my mouth runs dry.
“Besides what?”
I smile weakly. “I really can’t walk in these shoes.”
“I’d carry you but—”
“Your back, yeah, I know.”
“I can think of other things we can do.” His voice has gone so quiet I have to lean in to hear him. “Where’s your necklace?”
“What?” I frown, confused at the sudden change in direction.
“The night at the hotel you were wearing that dress and you had a gold necklace with a little…” He makes a circular motion at the base of his throat. “Round thing.”
“It was a drop pendant.”
“I liked it.”
I have a sudden flashback, a forgotten memory of him catching it gently in his teeth as he moved over my body. A tingle runs down my spine.
“Are you cold?” he asks, noticing the shiver.
“A little.”
“A little,” he repeats softly and, oh, I want to kiss him. I want to kiss him badly but before I can Will appears before us, looking unusually worried.
“If you two can stop dry humping each other with your eyes,” he says. “Your friend has a problem.”
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“Oh my God, oh my God.” Claire bats at the red wine stain as if trying to strike it from her dress.
“It’s fine,” I lie. “No one will notice.”
“It looks like I got my period,” she hisses.
“No. It looks like you spilled some wine. This is not the end of the world.” I pluck some tissues from a carefully arranged box and wet them under the faucet.
“You’re just going to spread it.”
I dab ineffectively at the mark. “You’re making me nervous.”
“You’re makingmenervous.” She rests the back of her head against the door as I try to get it out. It was a bad spill, going all down the front of the dress. “I’ve definitely stained their floors.”
“As if no one ever spilled a drink before. And I doubt Mrs. Griffith will be on her hands and knees cleaning it herself.”
