sleeves made me feel like I was actually dressed and not half naked.
Holding out his hand, he said, “Let me make it up to you on the dance floor.”
I sighed. “Fine.”
When I stepped out, I noticed a tow away sign. “Uh, Travis. I don’t think you can park here.”
“That’s only for during the day. Don’t worry about it.” He grinned, flashing his dimples as placed an arm around my waist.
The crowds grew larger as we neared the entrance of the club. People lined up to get inside. Others seemed to just be hanging out, laughing and talking. Muffled music spilled out of the building and some couples were even dancing on the sidewalk.
A number of people whispered and pointed in our direction. I knew Travis was considered famous on campus, so I expected some people to recognize him, but not this many! They were all gawking as if he were a rock star.
His arm stiffened. I gazed up, surprised by his reaction. He always seemed to lavish on the attention. Wearing a strained smile, he muttered something under his breath. Then he stopped and turned me to him.
“Happy birthday, Nicole.” He drew me to him, ducked his head, and gently kissed my lips.
Amongst the whooping and whistles of the crowd. I waited.
Waited for the fluttering of butterflies. Waited for my legs to turn into goo. Waited for flashing lights or even the freaky-deaky visions I’d had lately. Waited for something to happen.
Nothing. It was like being kissed by Greg.
It wasn’t until he took a step back that I felt it again. The pull.
I glanced across the street at Jitters. It was just as busy as the club. With the cooler weather, more people sat outside on the patio. I spotted Lou rushing around with mugs of coffee and hot cocoa. He spotted me, gave me the “okay finger” sign. I was surprised he recognized me from this distance.
And then I saw him.
Sitting alone at one of the tables was Cooper. I couldn’t move. There was no doubt in my mind that he was staring right at me. It was him that I’d felt. It was him. Always him! Why couldn’t Travis be the one to make my world stand still?
My eyes darted back and forth between Travis and Cooper. The speech I’d prepared about telling him and Flapper Girl off flew out the window. All I could do was stare at Cooper like a love-struck girl. And I hated it. I wanted it to stop. Right now.
Note to self. Do not mix wine and sexual frustration because you’ll end up doing something stupid—like this.
Grabbing Travis by his shirt collar, I yanked him to me. Our lips locked. It wasn’t a sweet, gentle kiss like he’d given. It was mouths open, tongues swirling.
Nothing.
Angry, I kissed him even harder.
Again, nothing. Not a skipped heartbeat, not a flutter, not even a tingle.
Damn it!
Travis lifted his head and looked down at me, stunned.
“Starting early, Trav?” A guy who looked like he could be football player, he was so big, slapped Travis on the back.
The shocked expression quickly disappeared and Travis’s lips curled into a smile. “You bet.”
He took ahold of my waist and led me into the club. Following his lead, I placed my hand around his waist and fought the urge to look back.
The moment we entered into the club, I felt like I’d been transported into an 80s MTV video. People seemed to take 80s night very seriously and went all out with costumes. I saw Adam Ant with war paint dancing with a Toni Basil look-a-like waving her pom-poms.
As he walked through the club, almost everyone we passed shouted out his name. He waved back, keeping his arm around me. It was as if he wanted to make sure people knew that I was with him, sort of like he was showing me off to his friends. Weird. I’d never thought of myself as a trophy date, but that’s what it seemed like.
I expected that he’d drag me around, introducing me to his football friends. Instead, he placed me at a table and headed straight for the bar. The bartender, dressed like Boy George, gave him a friendly smile,
Holding out his hand, he said, “Let me make it up to you on the dance floor.”
I sighed. “Fine.”
When I stepped out, I noticed a tow away sign. “Uh, Travis. I don’t think you can park here.”
“That’s only for during the day. Don’t worry about it.” He grinned, flashing his dimples as placed an arm around my waist.
The crowds grew larger as we neared the entrance of the club. People lined up to get inside. Others seemed to just be hanging out, laughing and talking. Muffled music spilled out of the building and some couples were even dancing on the sidewalk.
A number of people whispered and pointed in our direction. I knew Travis was considered famous on campus, so I expected some people to recognize him, but not this many! They were all gawking as if he were a rock star.
His arm stiffened. I gazed up, surprised by his reaction. He always seemed to lavish on the attention. Wearing a strained smile, he muttered something under his breath. Then he stopped and turned me to him.
“Happy birthday, Nicole.” He drew me to him, ducked his head, and gently kissed my lips.
Amongst the whooping and whistles of the crowd. I waited.
Waited for the fluttering of butterflies. Waited for my legs to turn into goo. Waited for flashing lights or even the freaky-deaky visions I’d had lately. Waited for something to happen.
Nothing. It was like being kissed by Greg.
It wasn’t until he took a step back that I felt it again. The pull.
I glanced across the street at Jitters. It was just as busy as the club. With the cooler weather, more people sat outside on the patio. I spotted Lou rushing around with mugs of coffee and hot cocoa. He spotted me, gave me the “okay finger” sign. I was surprised he recognized me from this distance.
And then I saw him.
Sitting alone at one of the tables was Cooper. I couldn’t move. There was no doubt in my mind that he was staring right at me. It was him that I’d felt. It was him. Always him! Why couldn’t Travis be the one to make my world stand still?
My eyes darted back and forth between Travis and Cooper. The speech I’d prepared about telling him and Flapper Girl off flew out the window. All I could do was stare at Cooper like a love-struck girl. And I hated it. I wanted it to stop. Right now.
Note to self. Do not mix wine and sexual frustration because you’ll end up doing something stupid—like this.
Grabbing Travis by his shirt collar, I yanked him to me. Our lips locked. It wasn’t a sweet, gentle kiss like he’d given. It was mouths open, tongues swirling.
Nothing.
Angry, I kissed him even harder.
Again, nothing. Not a skipped heartbeat, not a flutter, not even a tingle.
Damn it!
Travis lifted his head and looked down at me, stunned.
“Starting early, Trav?” A guy who looked like he could be football player, he was so big, slapped Travis on the back.
The shocked expression quickly disappeared and Travis’s lips curled into a smile. “You bet.”
He took ahold of my waist and led me into the club. Following his lead, I placed my hand around his waist and fought the urge to look back.
The moment we entered into the club, I felt like I’d been transported into an 80s MTV video. People seemed to take 80s night very seriously and went all out with costumes. I saw Adam Ant with war paint dancing with a Toni Basil look-a-like waving her pom-poms.
As he walked through the club, almost everyone we passed shouted out his name. He waved back, keeping his arm around me. It was as if he wanted to make sure people knew that I was with him, sort of like he was showing me off to his friends. Weird. I’d never thought of myself as a trophy date, but that’s what it seemed like.
I expected that he’d drag me around, introducing me to his football friends. Instead, he placed me at a table and headed straight for the bar. The bartender, dressed like Boy George, gave him a friendly smile,
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