It's more like they're a pack of wolves.
And I'm a fucking lion.
"I was asking about you," I recover.
She snorts. "Smooth. But I'm here because one of my friends is going through a really bad breakup and my... I was tasked with making sure that she didn't do anything too stupid."
I arch an eyebrow. "And? Where is this friend?"
"Notably not here. Hopefully making whatever stupid decisions she wants."
I laugh at that. Then, my mind catches on one of her words. "Who tasked you with this?"
"No one you need to know about," she says with a grimace.
God, whoever did this to her... she fucking hates them.
It makes me so weirdly possessive. I want to dig more to find out who the fuck is 'making' her do anything.
And I will fucking end them.
"So, your friend's out making bad decisions... what about you?" I smile at her.
She shakes her head. "No. Not me. Never allowed to do that, for sure."
I laugh. "Oh, come on. Everyone makes some bad decisions in their life."
"I don't," she says quietly.
I look over at her. She's so beautiful that it makes me fucking nervous.
When she looks back up at me though, there's fire in her eyes.
"I don't make bad decisions. I never make any decisions. I'm not supposed to," she says boldly.
I hold up my hands. "Whoa, okay. Well, let's see. If you did want to make a bad decision, what would you make?"
I'm thinking she'll say something standard. Get a tattoo. Get a piercing. Run from the cops.
What happens next, though, shocks me to my core.
She looks me dead in the eyes and says, "I'd kiss you."
Then?
She fucking does.
I'm so shocked that when her lips land on mine, I'm completely frozen. My mind is a confusing jumble, because part of me wants to wrap my arms around her and kiss her back, and part of me...
Part of me thinks that would be a bad fucking idea.
So when she pulls back, her eyes wide, I'm still trying to decide.
"Sorry," she breathes, her chest heaving as she looks at me. "I just..."
Yeah. While she might not be known for bad decisions, I am.
And I decide.