The song fades out, and before she can pull away, another slow track starts. Different rhythm, but the same gentle pull.
She hesitates, just for a breath, then stays in my arms.
This time, we’re closer. Her cheek brushes my shoulder for a second, and I swear my heart stumbles.
I speak—low and careful.
"Come over tonight."
She doesn’t stiffen. She doesn’t step away.
"Luke..." She leans back slightly, her eyes finding mine. There's no sarcasm there now, just clarity. "You’re not a one-night stand guy."
"You figured that out already?"
"You were never supposed to stick." Her voice is barely above a whisper. “I don’t do lasting things. I don’t trust anyone who promises to stay. I move. I leave. It’s all I know.”
I nod slowly. “And if this is different?”
She shakes her head, gentle but firm, even as her fingers linger on my shoulder like she doesn’t want to let go.
"That’s what scares me the most."
And just like that, she slips her hand from mine.
“I’m on the clock still. I need to get back to work.” She gives me a sad smile as she breaks our connection.
It’s a soft exit. Not cold, just protective.
And then she’s gone.
Again.
Chapter 10
FLICKER OF VULNERABILITY
LUKE
I slideonto my usual barstool and wave off the bartender who wants to slide me a menu. I ask for the house IPA. I’m sulking. At least I can admit it.
I notice that Alex isn’t behind the bar. I’m not sure if that’s a good thing or not. Do I want to sit in silence with my thoughts, or do I want a listening ear? I’m undecided.
Alex shows up five minutes later, beer in hand, not even pretending to be surprised to see me.
“My guy, you couldn’t look any more distraught if you tried.”
My alone time has come to an end and, well, that’s probably for the best.
“It’s been a night,” I tell him.
“Didn’t you go to a wedding?” he asks, sliding onto the stool next to me.
“Yeah. But Stella was there. She was taking photos.”
Alex lets out a whistle. “Damn, this girl seems to be in all the most random places. Did you get her number yet?”
I shake my head.