Page 10 of Crash
Mine is filled with beer, and I’m sure Tessa’s is fruity based, going by the sliced orange that is perched on top.
“I’m sure Austin could guzzle the room size in alcohol and he still couldn’t dance,” Courtney jokes.
I flip my loving sister a not-so-subtle bird and migrate to the wall behind us. I watch those two laugh and dance to each song as the music continues to play. A few crowd-circling moments ensue, and the party is in full swing. The hype intensifies when a few throwback jams are put in rotation. This continues for the next hour or so. Suddenly, the tempo slows, and the tunes return to the present day.Over and Overby Sky blares through the air, and people either make their way back to the bar or find a partner to sway with.I can’t even do that.
“So, are you gonna babysit the wall all night or come dance with me?”
“Tessa, you know I have three left feet, and they are all turned backwards,” I retort.
“He’s not lying, Tess,” Courtney snarks, before moving through the crowd with a guy.
Tessa stands there and peers at me for a few minutes before removing my beverage from my hand and sitting it on a nearby table. “Surely, you can slow dance.”
I subtly shake my head no and shrug.
Taking my hands, she places them on her hips and stands real close to me, draping her arms around my neck. She initiates the slow sway, and miraculously I am on beat. Not even counting silently in my head.
I become more relaxed while we look into each other’s eyes.
“You know I’ve had a thing for you since my junior year in high school.”
“Really? That was like, what, six, seven years ago.”
She softly licks her lips and leans into me closer as we continue to dance. “Yeah. You invited Court and me to that party at your college campus. I was a little hurt to see you had a girlfriend.”
“Why didn’t you say anything?”
“I felt I was out of your league. I mean, I wasn’t exactly your type.”
“And what do you think is my type?”
“Back then, it certainly wasn’t nerdy and black. Not with your variety of girlfriends you would bring home for weekends.”
“Those girls were not interesting, and I may have slept with one or two of them, but that’s it. As for color, you know my family does not roll that way. But you were young then, so if anything, that and the fact you are my sister’s best friend would be the only reason I wouldn’t date you.”
“What about now?” She bats her lashes.
“What do you mean?”
“I’m not young now.” She stares at me, desire pooling in her brown eyes, waiting on me to say something.
“You wanna go grab something to eat?” That’s the best thing I can say that doesn’t come off as anxious.
“Sure. But only if we can eat at your place, and only if it’s in the morning.”
Things are definitely heating up between us. Especially, when she gracefully removes her right arm from around my neck, allowing it to slide down my chest, the palm of her hand gently descending, feeling every inch.
I watch her lick her lips when her finger encircles my nipple, teasing it until it constricts.
“What about your car?” I ask.
“I already gave your sister my keys.”
“So, you planned this?” I brush the pad of my thumb across her cheek and down her chin, cautiously trailing along the line of her bottom lip.
“No. I just knew if I didn’t take a chance, I may never get the opportunity again.” She takes her fingers and rubs them softly against my lips before she stands on her tiptoes and crashes her lips into mine.
So, we don’t lose our balance, I grab her by her waist and pull her into me. Our tongues vie for attention from the other. Our kisses grow deeper, more connected, only to be broken with the change of the music.
