Page 119 of Meet Me at the Metro

However, I feel my heart—and dick—skip a beat as her black and sheer stocking-clad legs move through the room.

There’s a sparkle in her pretty blue eyes tonight, highlighted by the light, shimmery eyeshadow coating her eyelids. A merlot-colored gloss shines against her lips, and I can’t help but consider what they’d feel like against mine right now.

She looks so fucking sweet as she tucks a winding strand of her honey-brown hair behind her ear, timidly biting her bottom lip. “Do you think this looks okay? Is it too much?”

I stand from where I’m sitting and stride toward her. “It’sjustenough, Nora. You look fucking incredible.”

My hands are on her waist the second she’s within arm’s reach. I draw her closer to get a better look at her heavenly features.

And dammit, if I don’t get winded doing so.

“God, you’re sobeautiful.”

Nora smiles brightly, her cheeks growing rosier as she traces a delicate finger against the collar of my sweater. “I really like this.”

“It’s a good thing one of us do.”

“Such a handsome, grumpy thing,” she croons.

Evie feigns a gag behind us. “God, I hate you two.”

I flip her off.

“Oh, let them be!” Harvey smiles at us. “You both look amazing.”

“We better get going,” Nora suggests, smiling as her gaze rakes me over. “Might be rude of us to turn up late.”

“So polite, you are,” I tease, trying to mask how terrible my gut is wrenching.

“Best behavior, Teddy. Remember?”

“I remember.”

I place my hand against the small of her back, focusing on where our two bodies meet as I steer us toward the door.

I’m so fucking thankful to have her by my side tonight.

Such a graceful, sweet distraction.

“Havefun, you guys,” Evie sarcastically sings behind us.

I flip her another bird and will my legs to continue moving.

“Be careful, you two.”I look back to Harvey one last time.“Breathe,” he subtly mouths before we head out into the cool, damp night.

I don’t allow myself to consider the true weight of tonight until we’re steps away from the front door of the house I spent the majority of my teenage years in.

The palms of my hands grow clammy as we close in the distance between us and the terraced building.

I’m a nervous-arse mess.

Nora steers us to a secluded piece of pavement outside the house, free of moon or lamplight, and graces me with a moment of peace. I lean back against the cool brick behind me as her hand grazes my face, conjuring my eyes to look at her.

“We’ve got a few minutes,” she whispers with a soft smile.

I reach up and hold her hand, closing my eyes as I relish in her touch’s warmth—familiarity.

“I’m glad you came,” I confess.

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