Page 63 of Fall for You
His heart stopped. All the moisture in his mouth vanished.
Holy freakin’ heck. He couldn’t even blink, he was so transfixed by the sight of Willow in a dress. Not just any dress—he’d seen her in sundresses before. This was…
He tried to swallow and ended up choking on air. Drew clapped a hand on his back, but he still couldn’t drag his eyes away. Her blonde curls were up in some sort of loose, messy bun that was so Willow. A few strands framed her face.
She was wearing lip gloss, and geez…those lips.
They should be illegal.
And that dress made it clear to every man in this bar that while she might be petite—she was all woman. It was a simple bright blue that matched her eyes, but it cinched in at the waist and stopped mid-thigh, and…
Dang. He’d never seen her legs before. Not like this.
He couldn’t stop himself from staring if he tried.
And he did try.
All the while, Drew was talking to him, but he couldn’t actually hear a word over the sound of the blood rushing past his ears.
She was freakin’ gorgeous.
He’d always known she was pretty, but up until this moment, he’d been able to tell himself she was just…cute. Fine, adorable. And sweet. And really difficult not to like.
But now…
He finally dragged his gaze away as she disappeared into the other room.
Ah crap. He couldn’t even pretend she wasn’t sexy to boot. Alluring to an extent he hadn’t even known was possible.
He’d met his fair share of sexy women. Women who dressed to impress, and women who’d gone out of their way to seduce him.
And not one of them had had the same effect that Willow had while merely walking through a bar, completely oblivious to the fact that he was even there.
His head fell forward and he couldn’t help a groan as he stared at the polished bar.
“You all right, man?” Drew sounded genuinely concerned, and Eric did his best to pull himself together.
Was he all right?
“No,” he admitted.
But when Drew frowned, concern etched all over his features, Eric gave him a wry smile. “It’s been way too long since I’ve had a drinking buddy.” He nudged the seat next to him. “What do you say?”
Drew’s worry took a moment to clear, but Eric blinked at him, schooling his features into his standard look that people didn’t tend to mess with.
Eventually, a smile eased over Drew’s lips and he shrugged. “Yeah. Sure. Why not? I’ll stick to club soda since I’m the designated driver. But you’re right, it’s been too long since we’ve hung out.” Drew sank into the seat next to him. “Hey, did you hear that Roman got engaged?”
The mention of an old college buddy was exactly the sort of distraction Eric needed. “No. To Sarah? Are they still together?”
This sent the men down memory lane, and Eric kept his gaze firmly away from the door to the other room. It took maximum effort, and he was pretty sure his teeth were being ground to dust, but he refused to look away from Drew and forced himself to keep engaging.
Because the inane conversation they were having?
Yeah, that was going to save his life.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Ronnie genuinely liked Margot’s friends.
