Page 20 of Cheater and the Saint
“Why?” I didn’t know what to make of Leo’s sudden shift in priorities. Not that it was any of my business, but still. “Are you possessed by demons or something? Aliens? The Leo I first met would never turn down a good time.”
Leo walked closer before flinging his sexy body across the couch cushions, his arm going up and behind his head. “Never said I wasn’t gonna have a good time, Frosty.”
“So youaregoing out?”
Why did that thought cause my gut to twist a little?
“No.” His dark eyes held my stare. “We’regoing out.”
***
This was a bad idea.
I should’ve fought Leo harder about going out—should’ve told him to kiss my ass before locking myself in my bedroom for all eternity. Someone as awkward and introverted as me did not belong in a club, crammed between intoxicated people on a dance floor.
And yet… there I was. Doing exactly that.
One of my deciding factors had been the conversation with my mom earlier. I’d told her to go for it, to step outside her comfort zone and take a shot for something new and exciting. I’d be a hypocrite if I didn’t at least try to do the same.
Leo squeezed in behind the person next to me and handed me a drink. His beaming smile filled my vision, and even though I couldn’t hear a word he said because of the crazy loud music, I nodded and accepted the beer.
I’d be lying if I said Leo wasn’t the biggest deciding factor of all. After his proposal, I’d instantly shut him down. Said hell no. Then, he’d grinned and gotten all playful and too damn cute, and I just hadn’t been able to resist.
Damn him.
I took a drink and cringed at the taste, but I kept drinking like a champ. Beer tasted awful. Like piss water mixed with moldy bread. I’d told Leo I didn’t drink the harder stuff, so beer would have to do.
“Having fun?” Leo shouted in my ear over the roar of the thumping bass and shrieking vocalist.
We’d been at the Electric Cowboy for all of fifteen minutes, and I already wanted to bolt for the exit.
“Wouldn’t quite call it fun, but it’s something,” I shouted back just as the music stopped.
Leo’s grin widened. “Why ya shouting, Frosty?”
Before I could spout off a snarky response, the next song came on. It was one of the biggest clubs in Fort Smith, and by eleven that night, it was already so crowded I could barely walk without hitting someone.
A girl came up to Leo and started dancing, shaking her ass and showing off her cleavage. He went with it, placing his hands on her hips and moving in sync with her. The sight made me take a huge gulp of beer.
I want to leave.
Just then, someone bumped into me from behind and sent me stumbling into Leo’s chest. My beer sloshed in the bottle, but didn’t spill, thankfully. The girl moved out of the way, but I didn’t pay her another thought because I was against Leo, feeling his warm body and breathing his same air.
I’d never noticed before how good he smelled. Like if you bottled up the smell of rain and manly musk; that was Leo. Rain was one of my favorite smells.
“Sorry.” Peering up into Leo’s perfectly symmetrical face and feeling the heat of his chest against mine, I lost my breath a little. Even with the dark room and flashing colored lights, his eyes were still mesmerizing.
“It’s cool,” Leo answered, moving a hand to my upper arm. Holding me. I got a bit lightheaded when he leaned his face in closer. “Wanna head over there?” he asked, motioning with his head to the right of the room. “Less crowded and not so loud.”
Those words were music to my ears—way better than the so-called music that was actually playing—and I nodded. “After you.”
We passed through the cluster of dancing bodies toward that side of the room, and once we’d cleared the sea of people, I halted in step. Several pool tables were lined along the wall. Most of them were already taken, but one in the corner was empty.
Leo grabbed my wrist before leading me over to it.
I froze once we got to the table.
“Have you ever played pool?” Chase asked.
