Page 120 of Lucky Shot
My face flushes as Nick watches from the bar. I sing right at him anyway and he mouths the “woah-oh” back to me each time. I stop by to say hi on the way back to our table.
“You have a nice voice,” he says, grinning.
“Can we never speak of this again?”
“Why? It was good.”
He’s being generous.
“Having fun?” I ask him.
“Yeah,” he says in a way that suggests he might not be telling the truth.
I lift my brows in question.
“I’d rather be somewhere alone with you, but Jack is only in town for the one night.”
“We can still hang outalonelater.” I step closer to him, resting my hands on his chest. “I have a present for you.”
His fingers brush against the side of my waist and rest against my lower back. His head lowers and his mouth hovers above mine. “You are the present.”
I press up on my toes and kiss him. My insides sigh with happiness as he pulls me flush against him and sweeps his tongue into my mouth, making out with me like there isn’t a bar full of people watching.
“No, no, no. She’s mine tonight, Galaxy.” Everly interrupts by tugging my arm and prying me away from Nick. He holds my hand, not resisting but touching me as long as possible.
“Later, Red.” He winks at me.
Back at our table, Everly has another round of drinks waiting for us.
“I waited as long as I could, but I need to know…” She trails off as if the question is obvious. If it is, then I’m clueless.
“Need to know what?”
“Nick. You. What is happening? He just kissed you like the world was ending.”
I roll my bottom lip behind my teeth as I remember the feel of his mouth on mine. Hannah and Everly sit forward, waiting for more.
“We’re just…hanging out.”
“Boo,” Everly says loudly, shaking her head. “No. I refuse to believe that.”
“I’m leaving in a week, and anyway, he doesn’t do anything but casual.”
“Not before you, maybe, but that was not a casual kiss.”
Hannah nods as she gives me a rueful smile. “I’m with her.”
I fight the hope their words build. The past five weeks have been the best, but maybe it was only supposed to be a summer fling. I glance over to the bar. He stands sideways, talking to Jack, but looks up and at me as I’m staring. One side of his mouth pulls up.
“Ugh.” Hannah’s groan draws my attention back to her.
“What?” Everly asks.
“This guy I’ve been talking to just asked if he could bring his sister on our date tomorrow.”
“Because?” Ev asks with a chortle.
Hannah reads from her phone, “Is it cool if my sister comes to dinner? She’s been dying to eat at that restaurant.”
