Page 17 of What If I See You

CHAPTER FOUR

LAYKEN

Ican’t remember the last time I felt this good.

This free.

Like I don’t have a care in the world tonight.

I’ll probably have to make a sacrifice to the porcelain gods in the morning for this feeling but for now, I’ll take it.

As the music slows, the girls couple up with their men, leaving me no doubt looking a bit awkward. I’m trying to decide if I care enough but right now, my brain is a little fuzzy. Honestly, it feels too good to give a shit what anyone else thinks.

“Hey.” I turn in my spot a too fast and spin right into Griffin. His hands fall to my hips. “Whoa. You okay?”

I smile up at his gloriously beautiful face.

“Mhmm. Never better. Good God how are you so pretty?”

He grins back at me. “I get it from my mother. You’re all alone out here. Did you want to dance?”

I run my hand through my hair that most likely looks like a rat’s nest but again, do I care?

Alcohol says nope.

Do I want to dance with Griffin?

Sure.

But this music feels like sex on the dance floor and I don’t really know Griffin enough for sex on the dance floor so instead, I offer, “Want to get a drink?”

His smile tells me he knows exactly why I didn’t say yes to that dance.

Or maybe he has gas.

Like I said…alcohol.

“Sure. Let’s do it.”

“Great!”

We saddle up to the bar and he pulls a stool out for me before ordering. Two shots of tequila are placed in front of us. We pick them up, tap them on the bar, clink them together, and say, “To love and friendship” just like Scarlett did earlier and then we shoot them back.

“Did you guys have fun today? While we were shopping?”

“We did.” He nods, his eyes never leaving mine.

“What did you do?”

“Sat around and talked about how obsessed you are with me.”

For just a moment I think he’s serious but as I watch him, his smile widens and he huffs out a soft laugh. “I’m kidding. We took the Ale Trail and visited a few breweries.”

“Ooh, that sounds like fun.”

“It looks like you’re having fun. Dancing agrees with you.” I see his lips move but I don’t hear what he says entirely.

“What?”

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