Page 35 of Committed to You

“Work was insane, so I’m ready to cut loose tonight.”

“I’m up for that.”

He puts his arm around me. “Good.”

Once again, I can’t help but compare his arm around me to when Chase holds me. I scold myself again.

We quickly get to the restaurant and have some drinks and dinner. After a drink, I start to relax and stop comparing Trent to Chase. The more I drink, the more enticing he becomes, so I drink faster than I usually do. When we finish dinner, Trent asks if I want to go check out a new bar near the restaurant.

“Sure.” I’m already a bit buzzed, and continuing the night sounds fun.

We walk several blocks with Trent’s arm around me. He knows the bouncer, so we skip waiting in line. The crowded bar is standing-room only. The decor is black and electric blue, with a small stage. The DJ is set up on the stage, and music is playing, but it’s not so loud we have to yell. “What do you want to drink?” Trent asks.

“Vodka tonic with a lime, please.”

He gets to the front of the line at the bar, and we soon have drinks in hand. It’s around ten, and the dance floor is already full.

Someone leaves their barstool, and he sits on it then pulls me on his lap.

“I’ve been looking forward to seeing you all week.” He brushes my hair away from my face.

“Yeah?”

“I’m going to sound completely pathetic, but I was counting down the hours till I got to see you today.”

I grin at him. “I don’t think that sounds pathetic.”

“No?”

The effects of the alcohol have kicked in, and I say whatever is in my head. “It’s nice to be wanted.”

His smile gets bigger. “I definitely want you.”

I giggle then put my finger on his chest. “Do you have friends with benefits lined up on your calendar?”

His eyes widen and he laughs. “What?”

“You heard me.”

“No. Do you?”

“Nope.”

“Why did you ask that?”

I shrug. “I ask all my dates that.”

He raises his brow then says, “I haven’t had one of those since my twenties. I’m not looking for you to be that. I want the real thing with you.”

“The real thing?”

He laughs. “Yeah. The real thing. I think you’re a keeper.”

I’m a keeper. Why can’t Chase see that?

I push the thought out of my head.Focus on Trent. He wants the real thing.

He leans into my ear. “Do you want the real thing?”

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