Page 33 of The Wrong Play

“What’s wrong with you?”

Parker’s voice cut through my daze, and I looked up to see him and Matty staring at me, both fully entertained at whatever the hell I must’ve looked like.

Matty smirked, eyes glinting. “And what, or rather who, did you just do?”

I opened my mouth. Paused. How the hell was I supposed to explain this? I swallowed, rubbing at my chest again, because seriously, what the fuck was this feeling?

“You’re never going to believe this.”

Matty raised a brow. “You got funny since you went to the bathroom? Yeah, I’m probably not going to believe that.”

I ignored him, my mind still spinning, still trying to process whatever the hell had just happened back there.

I licked my lips. “I just…I just found the love of my life.”

Matty and Parker stared at me for a second—before losing their shit.

Parker actually choked on his drink, coughing through his laugh, while Matty was practically bent over, his shoulders shaking.

“Where?” Matty managed. “In the bathroom?”

“No, man,” I said seriously, jabbing a finger toward the dance floor. “She was out there. We were dancing, and then…well, you know.”

Parker was still laughing as he wiped his mouth. “Wait, you did that just now?—”

“Yes.”

Matty whistled. “That good, huh?”

“Best fifteen minutes of my life—and don’t give me shit about fifteen minutes. I had to work my ass off to even last that long.” I sighed, still feeling wrecked, still feeling like I’d been hit by a fucking truck. I leaned forward, bracing my elbows on the bar, my mind still back there, still with her.

“She was perfect,” I murmured.

Matty snorted. “Okay…so where is she? What’s her name?”

I froze.

My stomach dropped.

Oh. Shit.

I sat back, rubbing my face, fully panicking as my brain caught up. “She left,” I admitted, my voice tight. “And…I don’t know her name. She wouldn’t give it to me.”

Silence.

Matty absolutely lost it. Again.

Parker was grinning, shaking his head, while Matty was practically doubled over, wheezing.

“Let me get this straight,” Matty said between gasps of laughter. “You think you met the ‘love of your life,’ and she wouldn’t even give you her name?”

I groaned, gripping my chest, because fuck. It was still hurting.

What the hell was wrong with me?

Just then, the bartender appeared in front of us, setting a card down on the bar. “Hey, man,” he said, looking at me. “That blonde you came up to the bar with—was that your girlfriend?”

My head snapped up.

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