Page 17 of Until I Found You
“I think this trip might actually be good for you. It’s my old stomping grounds. I’m almost positive we will be hitting up Velvet, the nightclub we worked at.”
Brea flashes the same smirk was wearing before, only this time I know she’s up to something. She has this devious look on her face, like she’s plotting something, and I want in on it.
“We will get all dressed up for the night out. It will be the perfect opportunity to remind him just what he’s been missing.”
Spinning on the barstool, I turn so I’m facing her. Glancing out onto the dance floor, my eyes wander over the crowd of people before they fall back on our group of friends. It doesn’t take long before my eyes find Graham’s.
Maybe it’s the whiskey or maybe it’s the feel of his eyes on me, but I can feel a warmth pass over me. His jaw is set, his face serious. He’s rocking the perfect amount of facial hair and I can’t help but remember how it felt against my skin.
I know he’s wondering what we’re talking about, but even more, he wants me to cool it on the drinking.
I want nothing more than to cross this bar and wrap my body around him. I don’t want to wait until Chicago. I want to remind him of what he’s been missing now.
Turning back to the bar, I wave Danny over and ask him to pour me a water.
“Geez, the tension between you two is enough to set this place on fire.”
I want to laugh at my own misery again. It was always like that between us.
The level of passion we felt when we were together was so intense, it was scorching.
My face heats as the memories come flooding back, remembering the last night we were together.
Even after all this time, I still remember the look in his eyes as he picked me up, wrapping my legs around him. I loved the way he would grab my waist and hold me to him, tossing me around however he wanted.
I always felt safe in his arms. I knew Graham would never let anything happen to me.
The scent of his cologne hits me first, just as the heat of his body radiates at my back, forcing my back straight as I glance over my shoulder.
Danny sets a glass down in front of me, tossing some ice in along with it.
“You should slow down a little bit, don’t you think?”
I knew he was watching me from across the bar, which is exactly why I wanted that second shot. It would drive him crazy, and that’s exactly what I wanted.
“It’s a good thing you don’t have to worry about me anymore. Ain’t that right, G?”
Throwing back the nickname our friends would use was like a smack in the face. I knew it, and I know he knew it too.
I never called him by his nickname in all our time together. Babe or handsome, yes. Never G.
“I’ll give you two a minute,” Brea says, as she slides off the barstool. She gives me a tense smile. I know without turning my head to face Graham that the comment did more than sting a little.
No, if I had to guess he’s ready to toss me over his shoulder and march out of the building. Or at least, that’s what the Graham I knew all those years ago would do.
I loved to push his buttons because I knew exactly how he would punish me for it.
Danny hits the button, filling the rest of the glass up with water. I know Graham is seeing this, too.
Taking a sip of water, it feels good as it slides down my throat. With the glass in hand, I turn back in my seat and focus my attention on him.
“Is it hot in here?” I ask, running the edge of the glass along the column of my neck. The sweat from the glass leaves a trail of water in its wake.
Graham’s eyes follow the line of moisture from where it drips down my neck. I can feel his eyes blaze into me, as his body moves in closer bumping into where my legs sit crossed between us.
“Or is it just me?”
He presses in closer to me, urging me to uncross my legs and I do.
