Page 18 of Resist

I blink. He has bright green eyes, wavy, shoulder-length blond hair, and a muscular build with a killer smile. He’s not my usual type, but damn he’s hot.

“Fuck, I said that out loud, didn’t I?” I mutter.

“You did, but I liked it. Don’t worry.” He gives me a crooked grin. “I’m Team.”

“Team?” I echo.

He laughs. “I know. My parents were hippies and thought it was funny. What’s your name?”

I blink in surprise. “You don’t recognize me?” I’m not arrogant. It’s just a fact that we tend to get recognized a lot, and it’s tiring.

How do you know if someone is getting close for real or as an act?

“Sorry, I’m kind of a hermit, so I don’t recognize you,” he replies, and fuck if that isn’t attractive. This isn’t someone trying to align themselves with me. It’s a genuine interaction, and maybe that’s why I relax.

“Fox, my name’s Fox,” I tell him with a grin.

“Well, Fox, let me replace that beer.” Before I can speak, he holds his hand up and orders for me.

“You didn’t have to,” I say.

“It was totally my fault.” He winks. “Besides, I want to buy you a drink. Are you here alone?”

“Oh, smooth. Trying to find out if I’m single?” I chuckle, leaning into the bar.

“Maybe. Is it working?” He leans closer as the music thumps.

“I’m here with my band. You?”

“Oh, now the tables are turning.” He takes a drink from a wine glass as he runs his eyes down my body before meeting mine again. “I’m single, no bodies—figuratively or literally—in my past, not closeted, and definitely your type.”

“Cocky. I didn’t ask for all that.” I smirk as I take a sip of my beer.

“Just getting it out there in case you were interested.” He leans closer, opening his mouth, when someone suddenly appears between us, shoving us apart.

“I’m thirsty.” Ry presses between us, his back to Team, and drains my beer before wiping his mouth. “Come dance.”

“I’m good here. You go on,” I say, frowning at my bottle and then him.

“I’m thirsty too.” Dash grins from his side and downs Team’s drink before dragging Ry back to the dance floor, but his eyes are on me the entire time. I watch them go before turning to Team, surprised he didn’t run away.

“Sorry about them,” I mutter. “Let me get you another.”

“It’s okay. They seem fun,” he remarks, “and I’m not easily scared off.”

“You sure there aren’t any bodies in your past? You aren’t a serial killer, are you?” I tease.

“No, but I might eat you alive if you ask nicely,” he flirts.

Fuck.

I almost choke on air, so I turn away to hide my surprised blush, and when I turn back, he’s grinning. “So, Fox, are we going to stand at the bar all night, or can I make you sit with me?”

“Ask nicely,” I retort as I hand him his drink. I realize I’m flirting, and it feels . . . good. He isn’t doing it for an act. He looks fucking interested.

He might just be the distraction I need. Besides, Ry is definitely taking someone home tonight, so maybe it’s time I doas well. I don’t usually do one-night stands, but it can’t be hard, right? If he’s able to fuck like nothing is wrong, then so can I.

Team’s mouth brushes my ear, making me shiver. “Please come sit with me, Fox.” He drags out my name, and when he leans back, his eyebrow arches.

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