eyebrows. "Like what you see?"
"And all of a sudden ballsy." I reached out and grabbed his beer, taking a quick sip. "Nope. No drugs in your liquor."
He laughed loudly. "Because I'm flirting I have to be drugged?"
"Perhaps." I turned a little and lifted my beer to my lips, taking a long drink of it. "What kind of pizza are we ordering?"
"What's your boyfriend's name?"
"Why?" I glanced over at him, a little put off by how quickly he could leave me dreaming of something that had to be impossible.
"Because I wanna know who to apologize to."
"It's Cameron. Apologize for what?"
"For wanting to sweep you off your feet." He took another drink of his beer and ordered a large pepperoni pizza with extra cheese and bacon on it for us.
I laughed and leaned back in my chair. Was this guy for real?
"What's so funny? You don't like bacon?"
"I love bacon, but it's horrible for your body." I glanced down at mine.
"I don't give a shit what it does to my body. It tastes like heaven, and I'm starving." He lifted his beer toward me and tilted his head to the side. "To Cameron and his last great relationship."
I laughed loudly. "Stop teasing me. You fucking flirt."
"I'm not usually, but I so wanna be with you tonight. The fact that you're running off to New York forces me to pull back."
"And not the fact that I have a boyfriend?"
"I'm not so sure he exists." He gave me a knowing look.
"Oh, he's exists all right." I glanced down at my hands. "He's an asshole and a half."
"Get rid of him. You can do better. I promise."
I wanted to believe him, and sitting across the table from him, I had some insane sense of false hope inside me that he would by my 'doing better’, but it was a pipe dream. A woman hadn't passed us that hadn't eye-fucked him ten ways to Sunday, and I couldn't blame any of them. I was doing it every time I got a chance too.
"I don't need to anymore. He got rid of me today." Tears burned my eyes more from embarrassment than from losing Cameron. I should have lied and let the night keep going the way it was, but it felt too wrong to keep up the facade. Besides, it was better to let Kendal know that I wasn't really worthy of whatever the hell he was up to. At least Cameron didn't think I was. I wasn't so sure where I stood on the matter anymore.
"Hey," he whispered and reached across the table to wipe one of my tears with the back of his fingers. "He's a fucking idiot and this is his loss."
"Maybe." I shrugged and picked up my beer. "I'm okay. Seriously."
"You like to dance?"
"What? No." I glanced out toward the dance floor to see three people on it. It was an Italian restaurant. People didn't dance in the middle of a-
"Come on, beautiful. Let's go jitterbug." He pulled me off the stool and kept my hand tightly in his as we walked on the floor.
"Kendal. No. I don't know how to do this."
"Me either. Just follow my lead and we'll be good." He laughed and spun me around the floor. Pretty soon I didn't care who was watching or how well we were doing. I was lost to him and the feel of his strong hands gripping various parts of my body.
Worthy or not, I wanted anything he might offer.
Chapter 13
Kendal
"I'm stuffed." I leaned back from the table and took note of her barely eating one piece of pizza while I'd put away four. "You don't like it?"
"No. I do. I'm just watching what I eat, you know, trying to be a little more health conscious." She picked up her half-eaten piece and took a small bite.
"Why? Do you have high blood pressure or something?" I picked up my fourth beer and drained it. The desire to get up and dance some more swelled inside of me, but I denied it attention. Dancing with a full stomach sounded about as good as fucking the pretty girl across from me against a wall with too much in my stomach. Though, I had no doubt that if she were up for it, I'd make all of it work.
"No. I just..." She glanced around and shrugged.
"Hey. Look at me." I reached across the table and ran my hand over
"And all of a sudden ballsy." I reached out and grabbed his beer, taking a quick sip. "Nope. No drugs in your liquor."
He laughed loudly. "Because I'm flirting I have to be drugged?"
"Perhaps." I turned a little and lifted my beer to my lips, taking a long drink of it. "What kind of pizza are we ordering?"
"What's your boyfriend's name?"
"Why?" I glanced over at him, a little put off by how quickly he could leave me dreaming of something that had to be impossible.
"Because I wanna know who to apologize to."
"It's Cameron. Apologize for what?"
"For wanting to sweep you off your feet." He took another drink of his beer and ordered a large pepperoni pizza with extra cheese and bacon on it for us.
I laughed and leaned back in my chair. Was this guy for real?
"What's so funny? You don't like bacon?"
"I love bacon, but it's horrible for your body." I glanced down at mine.
"I don't give a shit what it does to my body. It tastes like heaven, and I'm starving." He lifted his beer toward me and tilted his head to the side. "To Cameron and his last great relationship."
I laughed loudly. "Stop teasing me. You fucking flirt."
"I'm not usually, but I so wanna be with you tonight. The fact that you're running off to New York forces me to pull back."
"And not the fact that I have a boyfriend?"
"I'm not so sure he exists." He gave me a knowing look.
"Oh, he's exists all right." I glanced down at my hands. "He's an asshole and a half."
"Get rid of him. You can do better. I promise."
I wanted to believe him, and sitting across the table from him, I had some insane sense of false hope inside me that he would by my 'doing better’, but it was a pipe dream. A woman hadn't passed us that hadn't eye-fucked him ten ways to Sunday, and I couldn't blame any of them. I was doing it every time I got a chance too.
"I don't need to anymore. He got rid of me today." Tears burned my eyes more from embarrassment than from losing Cameron. I should have lied and let the night keep going the way it was, but it felt too wrong to keep up the facade. Besides, it was better to let Kendal know that I wasn't really worthy of whatever the hell he was up to. At least Cameron didn't think I was. I wasn't so sure where I stood on the matter anymore.
"Hey," he whispered and reached across the table to wipe one of my tears with the back of his fingers. "He's a fucking idiot and this is his loss."
"Maybe." I shrugged and picked up my beer. "I'm okay. Seriously."
"You like to dance?"
"What? No." I glanced out toward the dance floor to see three people on it. It was an Italian restaurant. People didn't dance in the middle of a-
"Come on, beautiful. Let's go jitterbug." He pulled me off the stool and kept my hand tightly in his as we walked on the floor.
"Kendal. No. I don't know how to do this."
"Me either. Just follow my lead and we'll be good." He laughed and spun me around the floor. Pretty soon I didn't care who was watching or how well we were doing. I was lost to him and the feel of his strong hands gripping various parts of my body.
Worthy or not, I wanted anything he might offer.
Chapter 13
Kendal
"I'm stuffed." I leaned back from the table and took note of her barely eating one piece of pizza while I'd put away four. "You don't like it?"
"No. I do. I'm just watching what I eat, you know, trying to be a little more health conscious." She picked up her half-eaten piece and took a small bite.
"Why? Do you have high blood pressure or something?" I picked up my fourth beer and drained it. The desire to get up and dance some more swelled inside of me, but I denied it attention. Dancing with a full stomach sounded about as good as fucking the pretty girl across from me against a wall with too much in my stomach. Though, I had no doubt that if she were up for it, I'd make all of it work.
"No. I just..." She glanced around and shrugged.
"Hey. Look at me." I reached across the table and ran my hand over
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