Page 8 of When You Left Me Speechless

The song ends and fades into Cyndi Lauper’s “Time After Time.” I bend down to kiss her but am interrupted when Lacey tackles her, screaming and abruptly ending the moment we almost shared. I take that as my cue to walk away. I back away from the dance floor toward Tanner, keeping my eyes on her. She manages to mouth, “Sorry,” before Lacey spins her around breaking our eye contact completely.

“Want another beer?” Tanner asks, waving down the bartender.

“Sure.” My eyes stay locked on the brunette dancing in the middle of the dance floor. She laughs as the girls spin each other over and over again. Poppy is singing along to the song at the top of her lungs. Every now and then, her eyes meet mine. There is a spark when we look at each other, and I hope I’m not the only one noticing it.

The song ends, and Poppy’s body crashes into mine. Her perfume instantly surrounds me. Her eyes dart to my mouth and her tongue wets her lips.

“SHOTS!” I hear Lacey yell.Man, this girl’s timing could not be worse.She begins to pass out some pink liquid to the four of us.

“No one brought up school. Are you serious?” Poppy rolls her eyes and pulls away from me, smoothing out her dress. I decline, tilting my beer up and taking a sip instead. She takes my shot and winks at me, “See, you aren’t any fun.”

The DJ announces it is time for the costume contest winners to be announced. Both girls run up to the front of the crowd. Poppy nervously fidgets with her hair as she and Lacey wait to hear who won.

“And the winner is,” the DJ pauses for a long moment before continuing, “The Spice Girls!” The bar erupts into loudyells and applause. The five women we saw earlier run up to the front of the crowd.

“And to think you could have taken one of them home tonight,” Tanner jokes, gesturing at the group claiming their prize.

A low chuckle comes out as I take a long swig of my beer. I can’t take my eyes off the sexy woman walking back towards me. “I think I found the right girl.”

“If it’s any consolation, I would have picked y’all to win. You do look pretty hot after all,” I say with a sly grin, making sure to put a lot of emphasis on the word hot. She reaches out and hits my arm playfully.

“Y’all ready to get out of here?” Lacey asks the group. Tanner and I look at each other and shrug. Poppy nervously spins a piece of her hair around her finger and whispers something into her friend’s ear.

Lacey orders another round of shots before we close our tabs.

“I planned on staying with Tanner tonight,” I explain. “My place is having some work done and his roommate is traveling. Is that cool with you?” Poppy nods and throws back both her shot and mine.

We head out the door and she grabs my hand to steady herself. When I feel her hand in mine, a chill runs down my spine straight to my dick.

The Uber is already waiting for us when we walk outside. We climb in and head to the apartment. Tanner and Lacey are all over each other the whole ride. Poppy sits quietly. Every so often, she looks at me smiling and makes me feel like I’m fifteen again, planning to kiss a girl for the first time.

When we get to the doorway, Tanner fumbles with his key.

“What’s the problem man? Having trouble finding the hole?” I ask, causing both girls to scream with laughter. Tanner grumbles something under his breath.

“Here let me help you,” Lacey says, taking the keys from his hand. She guides it in on the first try.

My eyes flash to Poppy and she giggles. Tanner grabs Lacey’s hand and playfully pulls her over the threshold towards his room.

They slam the door to his bedroom behind them, leaving Poppy and me standing in the living room staring at one another.

She takes a step towards me and stumbles a bit. “Do you have something I could change into?” she asks.

I nod, walk over to my bag, and pull out the extra shirt I packed for the next day. “Sorry, this is the only one I have.” She smiles, grabs it, and then stumbles into the bedroom.

I busy myself with scrolling on my phone while I wait. A loud crash pulls me from my doom-scrolling.

“Fuck!” I hear her yell.

“You good?” I start towards the room to check on her.

“Yeah, I’m good,” she says, followed by something I can’t make out from the other side of the door. I reach for the knob, but before I can, the door swings open and reveals her wearing only my shirt.

Damn, she looks so fucking sexy.

My shirt swallows her and hits her at the top of her thighs. I thought her legs looked good tonight at the bar, but damn, under my shirt…

“What’sDink and Balls?” She gestures to the front of the T-shirt. Her words are a little slurred, reminding me and my dick she is, in fact, very drunk.

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