Page 31 of Where We Fall

"Sorry, Savannah. I'll drink your glass for you," Alexis says with a wink. "I believe that was your line when I was pregnant."

After she pours, I grab two glasses and hand one to Lexi. Ignoring everybody else, I clink my glass against hers.

"To a successful night with my one and only love," I say.

"Cheers, darling," she replies.

We both smile at each other while we bring our glasses to our mouths.

"There's gonna be food there, right?" Lexi whispers. "Because I'm really hungry."

"It's a stuffy place with stuffy people. There will be finger foods. I always end up getting something else to eat after I leave these things. But it should be enough to hold you over."

She crunches her nose. "Ugh, fine."

"Do you know that you scrunch your nose a lot?" I ask with a tap to her nose.

"Do I?" Her eyebrows raise. "Huh, no one has ever told me that."

"It's cute," I tell her.

She looks at me thoughtfully then takes a sip of champagne. I'm not sure what is going through her head, and I don't know what I'm doing, flirting with her like this.

The limo comes to a stop outside of the event. When the door opens, I get out first and then help Lexi next. I like the feel of her hand in mine. It's soft and small compared to mine.

While we walk inside, I put my arm around her small waist and rest my hand on her hip. Her body tenses for a second at the contact then seems to ease into my touch. My hand here reminds me of holding her last night. It gives me an odd desire to pull her in closer to me, but I resist.

We take the escalator up to the third floor to the event. There's a silent auction set up along the perimeter of the room.

"I always like to scan the auction items first," I whisper into Lexi's ear. "What do you say?"

She looks up at me. "Are we spending your money?"

I smile. "Of course. I'll even let you keep it if we win something."

"I'm in. Let's go."

We begin to walk along the tables looking at the displayed items. At first, there's nothing catching our eyes.

"Oh, look," she pulls me forward. "Tickets to the 2024 Super Bowl!"

Damn, she isn't a cheap date. I'm not sure she realizes what people are likely bidding to win these tickets.

"I have a question first. Are you a Chicago sports fan?"

Her eyebrows turn up. "Umm, of course, I am. Let me guess, you're a Cleveland sports fan?"

"Obviously. And hold the jokes or judgment or no bidding."

Her lips pucker up like she's doing her best to hold them in. I like seeing her squirm.

What would she look like squirming as I fuck her with my tongue?

I momentarily freeze as the images start to flood my brain. Fuck, I need to get them out, but I can't. I accidentally gave my brain ideas, and now it's running with them. I do my best to ignore the images.

"Fine. What do you think people are bidding for these?" she asks as she inspects the box holding the bids.

"I don't know. Average Super Bowl ticket costs are like eight grand a piece." I glance down at the description on the card, getting a whiff of her familiar scent from last night. "These seats are pretty good. Lower level, thirty-yard line. This is for charity, so I'd say people are betting around twenty to thirty for them."

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