overanalyze it. He likes you; I know he does. He wouldn’t be wasting his time taking you out on dates and showing up at your apartment just to see you if he didn’t. Trust me.”
I smack my lips together and stare straight ahead. Physically, I’m here, but my head is off somewhere else. I need another drink...or three.
“I’m going to find the bathrooms and grab another beer. Want one?”
“Nah, I’m still good on this one,” he says, raising his can.
Feeling my phone vibrate, I reach into my pocket and pull it out. I have two messages—one from Chase, and one from Raven.
Chase: Parking and walking that way. I’ll call you when I get close. Can’t wait to see you :)
Seeing his message softens me a little. I close my eyes and take a few deep breaths to clear my head. The alcohol is intensifying my emotions. I hate that his past bothers me so much. Why do I even care? It makes me feel better to know that Eric believes he really likes me, but I can’t stop thinking about him and Christa. Knowing that she gets to him, gets to me. I quickly pull up Raven’s message to help distract me.
Raven: Just got off work. Heading home to change and then I’ll drive straight there. Also, if I know Eric, he’ll be probably be wasted by the time I arrive, so I can always drive us back.
I type out a response and head off in search for a bathroom. I need to slow down on the beer now that I’ll be breaking the seal, because once the show starts, I don’t want to have to make thirty trips to pee. Oh, and note to self: hydrate.
When I meet up with Eric again, I’m much more relaxed and carefree. It’s funny how when you’re buzzed, time seems to slow down and speed up at the same time. It’s like everything blurs together and your mind is trying to make sense of it all. I can’t even tell you the last time I felt this much like my own age.
Just then, a hard body comes up behind me and rests against my back. I instantly know who it is without looking. My heart leaps as two large hands settle on my hips. Soft lips gently press against the side of my neck. I tilt my head back to give him better access. My eyes flutter closed and my entire body rapidly responds to that one simple gesture. I blame the alcohol. He continues to trail kisses up my throat, his rough hands tightening on my hips. The stubble on his face tickles my skin and drives me crazy.
To my disappointment, he stops and pulls back to press his nose to my hair, inhaling deeply. I secretly give myself three big cheers for deciding to wash it this morning. He presses a chaste kiss to my head and lowers his lips to my ear, his breath giving me tingles. “Mmmm. You smell good,” he murmurs, appreciative.
I groan. Jeez, I can’t concentrate when he says things like that. He’s distracting enough to look at. I don’t need him giving me heart-jolting, panty-shredding compliments.
“Jesus, you two—get a room,” Eric teases.
Chase chuckles against my ear and nips the lobe in good humor as I’m rudely brought back to reality. I’d gotten so caught up in what Chase was doing, that I forgot Eric was standing right next to us. My body instantly cools at his interruption and my cheeks burn with embarrassment. Even with my sunglasses on, I can’t hide the obvious blush. Thankfully, everyone’s attention is summoned to the stage for Broken Bells. I recognize the first few notes of “October,” and the crowd erupts in cheers.
When the show ends I check my phone. Raven’s called twice already. There’s no way I’ll be able to hear with all the commotion, so I let Chase and Eric know I’ll be back shortly.
When I get far enough away, I call her back, and she answers on the second ring.
“Hey, Mia!”
“Hey, how close are you?”
“Um, it looks like I’m a couple blocks away. I’m walking that way right now.”
“Okay, I’ll keep an eye out for you.”
“Are Eric and Chase with you?”
“Yes and no.”
I explain that the guys
I smack my lips together and stare straight ahead. Physically, I’m here, but my head is off somewhere else. I need another drink...or three.
“I’m going to find the bathrooms and grab another beer. Want one?”
“Nah, I’m still good on this one,” he says, raising his can.
Feeling my phone vibrate, I reach into my pocket and pull it out. I have two messages—one from Chase, and one from Raven.
Chase: Parking and walking that way. I’ll call you when I get close. Can’t wait to see you :)
Seeing his message softens me a little. I close my eyes and take a few deep breaths to clear my head. The alcohol is intensifying my emotions. I hate that his past bothers me so much. Why do I even care? It makes me feel better to know that Eric believes he really likes me, but I can’t stop thinking about him and Christa. Knowing that she gets to him, gets to me. I quickly pull up Raven’s message to help distract me.
Raven: Just got off work. Heading home to change and then I’ll drive straight there. Also, if I know Eric, he’ll be probably be wasted by the time I arrive, so I can always drive us back.
I type out a response and head off in search for a bathroom. I need to slow down on the beer now that I’ll be breaking the seal, because once the show starts, I don’t want to have to make thirty trips to pee. Oh, and note to self: hydrate.
When I meet up with Eric again, I’m much more relaxed and carefree. It’s funny how when you’re buzzed, time seems to slow down and speed up at the same time. It’s like everything blurs together and your mind is trying to make sense of it all. I can’t even tell you the last time I felt this much like my own age.
Just then, a hard body comes up behind me and rests against my back. I instantly know who it is without looking. My heart leaps as two large hands settle on my hips. Soft lips gently press against the side of my neck. I tilt my head back to give him better access. My eyes flutter closed and my entire body rapidly responds to that one simple gesture. I blame the alcohol. He continues to trail kisses up my throat, his rough hands tightening on my hips. The stubble on his face tickles my skin and drives me crazy.
To my disappointment, he stops and pulls back to press his nose to my hair, inhaling deeply. I secretly give myself three big cheers for deciding to wash it this morning. He presses a chaste kiss to my head and lowers his lips to my ear, his breath giving me tingles. “Mmmm. You smell good,” he murmurs, appreciative.
I groan. Jeez, I can’t concentrate when he says things like that. He’s distracting enough to look at. I don’t need him giving me heart-jolting, panty-shredding compliments.
“Jesus, you two—get a room,” Eric teases.
Chase chuckles against my ear and nips the lobe in good humor as I’m rudely brought back to reality. I’d gotten so caught up in what Chase was doing, that I forgot Eric was standing right next to us. My body instantly cools at his interruption and my cheeks burn with embarrassment. Even with my sunglasses on, I can’t hide the obvious blush. Thankfully, everyone’s attention is summoned to the stage for Broken Bells. I recognize the first few notes of “October,” and the crowd erupts in cheers.
When the show ends I check my phone. Raven’s called twice already. There’s no way I’ll be able to hear with all the commotion, so I let Chase and Eric know I’ll be back shortly.
When I get far enough away, I call her back, and she answers on the second ring.
“Hey, Mia!”
“Hey, how close are you?”
“Um, it looks like I’m a couple blocks away. I’m walking that way right now.”
“Okay, I’ll keep an eye out for you.”
“Are Eric and Chase with you?”
“Yes and no.”
I explain that the guys
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