Page 4 of Say You Remember Me
“So tall, dark, and handsome it is.”
“Yes.” I nodded. Then, not wanting to seem too eager, I quickly added, “H-hypothetically speaking, of course. I’m definitely not committing to talking to anyone, let alone kissing them.”
“Oh, you’re kissing someone tonight.” Sloan chuckled. “It’s happening.”
“Ahhh.” I shook my head and covered my cheeks with my hands as a sudden swell of anticipation filled my chest. “I’m not supposed to want to do this.”
“But you do.” Sloan laughed again, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
We spent the next few minutes casually scanning the room, weighing the pros and cons of different men as if we were at a farmer’s market deciding which produce was freshest.
“What about him?” Sloan nodded toward a man walking toward a table to our left. He was tall, well-built, and had a very handsome face.
“He’s cute,” I admitted.
“And he’s a brunette,” Sloan noted, approving of the dark-haired prospect.
“So he must be perfect, then,” I said. “Tall, handsome, and not a blond.”
“I’d say it’s time for you to go get your kiss from a hottie.” Sloan winked. “I mean, time is ticking.”
I rolled my eyes but couldn’t suppress the small smile tugging at my lips. Maybe I was warming up to the idea after all.
“You really think I should do that?” I asked, my insecurities still needing reassurance.
I mean, did people actually just walk up to random strangers in clubs and kiss them?
I don’t want to get charged with assault, do I?
“I think you deserve to have a few minutes of spontaneous fun,” Sloan said. “Take a step out of your responsible, single-mom shoes and remind yourself what it’s like to just live in the moment and chase something that feels good.” Sloan shrugged. “And if you end up deciding that kissing hotties at a club was just a one-time thing, you don’t have to do it again.”
I nodded, taking in what she was saying.
This didn’t need to mean anything big. I didn’t need to take this super seriously or anything—it wasn’t like the next guy I kissed would be my future soulmate, right?
I was just going to try something different, and if I discovered that kissing complete strangers was in fact as awkward as I thought it might be, I didn’t have to do it again.
Or even step back into this club if I made a complete fool of myself.
Yeah…I breathed in deeply, hoping to calm my nerves.I could be spontaneous for two minutes.
“I think I’m gonna need a shot of tequila before I can do this,” I said when another surge of anxiety bubbled up.
“Here, have my drink.” Sloan pushed her margarita closer. “I’m friends with the bartender, and he always adds an extra shot to mine.”
Even though I was already feeling pretty buzzed after two drinks, I quickly downed what was left of Sloan’s drink.
“Remind me to hydrate after I’m done making an idiot of myself,” I said, setting her glass back on the table. “I can’t believe I’m actually considering this.”
“Yay, crazy Maddie is back,” Sloan teased, her grin wide.
I shook my head. “You’re supposed to be the responsible one.”
“Sorry, I’m a terrible influence.” She shrugged with a mischievous glint in her eye.
Before I could respond, a man appeared on the staircase that led down from the VIP lounges above. Not just any man—theman.
The one you read about in books or see in movies, the kind that takes your breath away before you even realize you’ve stopped breathing.
