wine. He couldn’t be serious. Did men really still ask that question?
“She’s a virgin,” Gia yelled over the music, and it was his turn to sputter. His eyes undressed me and, for once, I didn’t have the urge to cover my body in shame. I wanted to scrub it clean.
“Square Virgin,” Gia clarified, and the intensity of his smile grew.
“Well, let me de-virginize you.” His open mouth displayed his yellowed teeth. I laughed uneasily at his persistence.
“I think I’m all set,” I retorted. “I can take care of myself.”
“Oh, I’d like to see that, too,” he whistled, his eyes still roaming up and down my body, and I shivered.
“Okay, killer, she’ll be around later for a dance. Let’s not pressure the virgin,” Gia interjected, her facial expression admonishing him, and he dipped his head as an exit. Within seconds, he moved onto a group of women standing at a high table.
“This isn’t real,” I shouted to Gia. “I mean, men don’t honestly still act this way.” I laughed.
“Yeah, well, he wasn’t exactly a man.” Pinching her fingers an inch apart, she mocked him. The place was hot, but I shivered with nerves. Sweat pooled under my pits and I downed the glass of wine. Gia’s new friend asked her to dance, and she agreed, but not without pulling me toward the floor. I giggled again, tripping over my own feet. The tempo pulsed through me, and my one glass of wine became liquid courage, until I saw him.
I’d hardly moved two swaying hips when I noticed a familiar face with a young girl near the corner of the bar. His hand wrapped around her upper arm, but she was doing all the conversing. In fact, she looked like she was arguing with him. Her free arm flared, her hand waving in response to something he said. He wasn’t letting her go, though. The dark t-shirt he wore bulged under the strain of his bicep muscles. He didn’t wear the standard uniform of the place: a black button down. The tight black tee accentuating his broad chest was pure Merek.
The girl appeared roughly the same age as the waitress from the patio bar. This girl could have been one in the same person, for all I knew, with her long, straight hair and thin, youthful body. Her arm jerked and she freed it from his grasp.
Gia bumped me with her hip and it set me stumbling a few steps into someone. Reaching for the stranger in desperation, I prayed I wouldn’t draw attention to myself by falling flat on my face. My focus so intent on Merek and the girl, I hadn’t noticed who I grabbed until it was too late: cheesy old man.
“Well, well, well, ready for the virginal sacrifice?” he teased, as I looked into his older eyes. I shook my head. Glancing to the corner of the bar, I noticed Merek staring in my direction over the shoulder of his partner. His eyes narrowed, as if he couldn’t quite make out if it was me. Shaking off the cold hands holding me upright, I stepped back from the older man.
“Oh look,” Gia sing-songed in my ear over the thudding sound of the music. “It’s Merek.” Her high-pitched squeal teased, but I wasn’t amused. The thought of Merek here, amongst all these men hunting for a one-night stand, made my stomach roll. The idea of Merek with a younger woman, someone slinky and sexy, forced the bile to rise.
“I need to go,” I whispered, positive Gia didn’t hear me. Twisting away from my pursuer, I faced Gia shaking my head. Liquid pricked my eyes. Her hand reached out for me, but I backed away, making my exit.
The contact with warm bodies, as I pushed my way over the dance floor, increased the heat radiating off of me. It was mostly nerves, but it added to the layer of hurt. While I had been hit on by an older man, Merek was at this bar with a younger girl. My imagination featured him with her, filling her the way he filled me, enjoying the lithe body of a younger woman who was slim, and trim, and experienced in ways I wasn’t. Pushing through the main doors to exit the club, I gulped
“She’s a virgin,” Gia yelled over the music, and it was his turn to sputter. His eyes undressed me and, for once, I didn’t have the urge to cover my body in shame. I wanted to scrub it clean.
“Square Virgin,” Gia clarified, and the intensity of his smile grew.
“Well, let me de-virginize you.” His open mouth displayed his yellowed teeth. I laughed uneasily at his persistence.
“I think I’m all set,” I retorted. “I can take care of myself.”
“Oh, I’d like to see that, too,” he whistled, his eyes still roaming up and down my body, and I shivered.
“Okay, killer, she’ll be around later for a dance. Let’s not pressure the virgin,” Gia interjected, her facial expression admonishing him, and he dipped his head as an exit. Within seconds, he moved onto a group of women standing at a high table.
“This isn’t real,” I shouted to Gia. “I mean, men don’t honestly still act this way.” I laughed.
“Yeah, well, he wasn’t exactly a man.” Pinching her fingers an inch apart, she mocked him. The place was hot, but I shivered with nerves. Sweat pooled under my pits and I downed the glass of wine. Gia’s new friend asked her to dance, and she agreed, but not without pulling me toward the floor. I giggled again, tripping over my own feet. The tempo pulsed through me, and my one glass of wine became liquid courage, until I saw him.
I’d hardly moved two swaying hips when I noticed a familiar face with a young girl near the corner of the bar. His hand wrapped around her upper arm, but she was doing all the conversing. In fact, she looked like she was arguing with him. Her free arm flared, her hand waving in response to something he said. He wasn’t letting her go, though. The dark t-shirt he wore bulged under the strain of his bicep muscles. He didn’t wear the standard uniform of the place: a black button down. The tight black tee accentuating his broad chest was pure Merek.
The girl appeared roughly the same age as the waitress from the patio bar. This girl could have been one in the same person, for all I knew, with her long, straight hair and thin, youthful body. Her arm jerked and she freed it from his grasp.
Gia bumped me with her hip and it set me stumbling a few steps into someone. Reaching for the stranger in desperation, I prayed I wouldn’t draw attention to myself by falling flat on my face. My focus so intent on Merek and the girl, I hadn’t noticed who I grabbed until it was too late: cheesy old man.
“Well, well, well, ready for the virginal sacrifice?” he teased, as I looked into his older eyes. I shook my head. Glancing to the corner of the bar, I noticed Merek staring in my direction over the shoulder of his partner. His eyes narrowed, as if he couldn’t quite make out if it was me. Shaking off the cold hands holding me upright, I stepped back from the older man.
“Oh look,” Gia sing-songed in my ear over the thudding sound of the music. “It’s Merek.” Her high-pitched squeal teased, but I wasn’t amused. The thought of Merek here, amongst all these men hunting for a one-night stand, made my stomach roll. The idea of Merek with a younger woman, someone slinky and sexy, forced the bile to rise.
“I need to go,” I whispered, positive Gia didn’t hear me. Twisting away from my pursuer, I faced Gia shaking my head. Liquid pricked my eyes. Her hand reached out for me, but I backed away, making my exit.
The contact with warm bodies, as I pushed my way over the dance floor, increased the heat radiating off of me. It was mostly nerves, but it added to the layer of hurt. While I had been hit on by an older man, Merek was at this bar with a younger girl. My imagination featured him with her, filling her the way he filled me, enjoying the lithe body of a younger woman who was slim, and trim, and experienced in ways I wasn’t. Pushing through the main doors to exit the club, I gulped
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