Page 49 of Fear of Falling

“Wait, that was you!” Mila suddenly exclaimed.

“Hold up, you guys went to the same school?” Bryton interrupted looking between us.

“Honey, catch up. That’s old news.” Mila waved him off, making me grin at his confused expression.

“For weeks everyone talked about it. We all wanted to know who snuck in,” Mila laughed, shaking her head. “Man, that's amazing. They had the pool on lock down for months after that.”

“Why do I suddenly have the feeling these two being friends isn’t a good idea,” Bryton spoke up.

Mila and I shared a grin. “Too late.”

I turned to Wyatt with a smug look on my own. “See? Makes your story sound boring by comparison”

“Fine, I’ll give you that one,” he conceded as he leaned across the table again. My body had a mind of its own as it moved to meet him halfway. A quick glance at the others, I found them deep in conversation, ignoring the two of us. Turning back, I held in a small gasp at how close we were. If I moved just another inch our lips would touch.

“But,” The smell of beer and spearmint fanned across my face as he spoke, not entirely unpleasant. “The most important question is what kind of panties you were wearing.” That was the last thing I was expecting to come out of his mouth.

My breathing hitched at his tone. It was so low and raspy, like a gentle caress that made the hairs on my arms stand on end. It suddenly felt a little too hot in the bar as he continued looking at me like he was imagining me in just my underwear. That thought alone had me shifting in my seat. Desire in my belly and all I wanted to do was lean forward another inch and press my lips against his.

Just as I was seconds away from doing just that, Wyatt pulled back. He gave me a playful wink before turning to Trevor, starting up a conversation like he hadn’t just teased me.

“Care to play a game of pool?”Wyatt slid off his stool, offering his hand. The way he looked at me, with his soft smile, had my insides melting like butter.

There go those butterflies again.

“I’d love to.” I placed my hand in his and hopped off my chair. Lacing his fingers through mine, he led me through the small crowd by the bar towards one of the vacant pool tables.

“Just so you know, it’s been ages since I’ve played pool,” I confessed. My last recollection was my sophomore year with Tasha at a bar near campus.

“Don’t worry, I’ll go easy on you,” he winked.

“Just let me warm up and I’ll be kicking your ass.” It was a total lie, but he didn’t need to know that.

“Let's see what you’ve got, lil rebel.” He let go of my hand and grabbed two pool cues, handing me one of them. My competitive side reared its head at his words. Holding my pool cue, I grabbed the little chalk cube and walked around the table. I could feel Wyatt’s gaze on me as I made a show of rubbing the tip of the stick against the chalk. A new sense of confidence came over me as I leaned one hip against the table.

“Want to break first?”

Thankfully the people who played before us put the balls in the rack.

“Sure,” he said as he walked around me, and purposely brushing my back as he passed. I couldn’t take my eyes off him as he lined up his cue with the white ball, bending at the waist.

Damn, he looks good.

It was completely unfair. All he was doing was leaning over a pool table, yet it looked like he was posing for a photoshoot. Even through his long-sleeve shirt I could see the muscles in his arms tensing. I was so focused on my ogling that I blanked as he drew his arm back, then drove the cue forwards, hitting the balls with a satisfyingclack. The balls scattered across the green felt, and two instantly sank in the far-right corner pocket.

“I’m solid,” he grinned.

“Yes, you are,” I muttered.

I’m about to make a total fool of myself.

My eyes were glued to him as he prowled around the table. He moved just as gracefully off the ice as he did on it. I looked like a newborn calf compared to him. When Wyatt missed his next shot, I was a little disappointed that it was finally my turn.

Acting like I knew what I was doing, I looked around the table.

It’s just like pool on iPhone games, you’ve got this.

My inner pep talk helped a little as I moved to line up what I thought looked like an easy shot. Cheekily, I made a point of bending over directly in front of him as he stood back and watched.

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