Page 29 of Never Have I Ever
“You want a drink?” Grayson asks, leaning down to speak in my ear.
“I uh… I can’t drink,” I whisper.
He furrows his brows. “Why not?”
I shrug. “I’m not twenty-one.”
He laughs, his breath hitting my skin. “I can get you a drink, don’t worry.”
I pull back a little to look up at him. “You’re twenty-one?”
He shakes his head, smirking. “Not yet,” he says, “But I’ve got a fake.”
“Oh,” I nod. “Right.”
“So, do you want a drink?” he asks again.
I nod. “Yes, please. Something tasty,” I tell him.
He laughs again, the sound making my stomach drop. I love the sound of his laugh. “I got you,” he says. He pulls back and leads me to a table that’s secluded at the back of the bar. “Stay here.”
He walks off, and I look around the bar. My eyes catch on the football team, all of them surrounded at one table, a group of girls around them. Some of them on their laps, giggling, flirting with them. They make it seem so easy.
My eye catches on a guy who seems familiar. His head turns, and our eyes meet. Ben. The guy from the party last week. He grins when he catches me, and the next thing I know, he’s walking toward me.
He flashes me a smile. “Hey, Rosalie,” he says when he approaches my table.
“Hi, Ben,” I say, smiling back at him.
“You following me?” he jokes, grinning.
I shake my head, letting out a laugh. “No, just here with someone.”
“Someone, huh?”
“Yep. A friend,” I say.
He smirks, sitting down at the table. “I’ve been thinking about you.”
My brows lift. “You have?”
“Hmm,” he mumbles, running a hand through his short blonde hair. “You ran away from me last Friday.”
“Oh.” I laugh. “I didn’t run away exactly. I just didn’t want to ditch my friends.”
He returns with a laugh of his own, leaning back on his chair. He fills the space, the muscles of his arms accentuating when he drapes his arm across the back of the empty chair. “I just ditched my friends for you.”
I smile. “Then I promise next time I’ll say yes.”
His smile widens. “Next time, huh? So, I’ll be seeing you again?” he asks.
I shrug. “Let’s leave it up to fate.” This guy makes it hard to say no. He’s attractive as hell, flirty, and fun.
He leans forward. “Fate doesn’t get me a date with you, gorgeous.”
I smile at the compliment. He’s leaning against the table, his face not that far away from mine. Is he going to…
“What the fuck are you doing?”
