Page 31 of Midnights
Normally, I’m not this chatty with men I’ve just met. And yet, here I am, word vomiting all over him.These drinks are getting real chatty.
At least it’s notactualvomiting.Now that would be worse.
The reality of what happened is… the second his hands wrapped around my waist; my bodycaved. And that startled me enough to actually stumble for real. I pray he didn't notice.He probably did.
“Anyway,” I jerk my thumb toward Rachel. “They’re still over there chatting, but you can wait here with me if you want.”
I can’t tell if Rachel wants saving… or if she’s the one causing all the trouble.
He shifts, sliding his hands into his pockets. “I give it about eight minutes before she decides whether she’s going to ditch him or give him her number.”
I huff out a laugh. “Nah, more like two.” I glance toward Rachel, who’s flipping her hair. “Either way, we’ll be calling it a night soon.”
“Are you two sisters?”
There it is again, that damn smirk. The one that’s been driving me insane all night, like he’s in on a joke I haven’t figured out yet.
I scoff, shaking my head. “Do we look like sisters?”
He tilts his head, meeting my eyes, then they slowly roll down my body and back. “Not particularly.”
I roll my eyes. “Then why’d you ask?”
He shrugs.
“Well… technically, no, we’re not sisters. But we might as well be.” Like that explanation makes perfect sense.
His brows lift slightly. “That was… unnecessarily complicated.”
I open my mouth, then immediately shut it.
Oh wow.Hi, I'm the problem, it's me.Again.
He lets out a genuine laugh, the kind that vibrates through his chest before trailing off into a half-cough. It does dangerous things to my resolve.
“Well… that’scool.” He says it like my stammering only amused him more.
That's it?
I wait a beat, expecting him to say something else, but he doesn’t. He just stands there, looking at me like he’s waiting for something.
“We’ve known each other for years.We do a lot together, so we’re practically sisters. Like… twin-flame level friends. Ya know?”
His eyes drop to my lips before looking back up and I swallow hard, forcing myself to ignore the way my pulse spikes, and the way my body betrays me with every single move he makes.
As if I neededanymore reasons to be humiliated tonight.
“Why did you come to Scotland?”
I hesitate. “I was supposed to come here with my grandpa, actually. But… he couldn’t be here, so Rachel came with me instead. We’re just here to have a little fun.”
I offer a small smile, hoping to steer the conversation back to safer ground. I don’t know why that was the first thing that came to mind, it just slipped out before I could stop it.
He nods, but a flicker of something unreadable flashes in his eyes. “Yeah, I get that. That’s Cam, for me. Family.”
He glances past me at his so-called family.
“So, what you’re saying is… if I asked Cam for dirt, I’d get a hell of a story?”
