and kept moving.
The line of
girls waiting to use the restroom in the back was long and loud and Evy free.
He ran a hand through his hair and turned for the front doors, dread growing in
the pit of his stomach. He nodded to the two burly bouncers guarding the
entrance as he spilled outside. The cool breeze felt good against his skin and
he could finally think again without the blaring music muddying his thoughts.
The walkway out front was hectic with small groups of smokers and people shuffling
past to their next destination. His heart hammered inside his chest. He spun in
circles on his heels. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go down. He started
for Sugars, reversing the way they had come. When he saw her his heart lurched
into his throat. He picked up his pace and darted into the street. A silver SUV
slammed on its brakes and Dean barely noticed.
“Hey!” Dean said , taking her arm as the SUV whipped around them.
She twirled
around and hit him with those green eyes, sending a shiver down his spine.
“Why did you
leave?”
She glanced down
the street. “I have to help Brooke close up.”
He followed her wandering
gaze, his mind swimming in a sea of longing with no land in sight. He must have
a fever. “No you don’t.”
“Yes, I do.”
“Then I’ll go
with you.”
She shook her
head. “You shouldn’t leave your friend.”
“He’ll make new
ones.”
“I’m sure he
will,” she scoffed.
His face soured.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means I
think you have enough friends on your hands already.”
He snorted,
still holding onto her arm, her soft skin making his knees weak. “So you don’t… wanna be friends?”
Evy lowered her
gaze to the pavement and kicked a red Solo cup off to the side. She looked back
up, unable to stop herself. They stood frozen, staring into each other’s eyes.
Time seemed to stop, or speed up. It was difficult to tell. Dean’s hope danced perilously
close to the edge of a high cliff, ready to jump into his arms or topple over
the side, crashing into a million pieces on the jagged rocks below.
She finally
dropped his sweltering gaze. “I just think this isn’t the best time for…”
A speeding cab laid
on its horn.
With a quick
jerk he pulled her against him, the blur of yellow just missing her leg. They
stood face to face in the middle of the street, her startled eyes looking up into
his, silently pleading for him to stop whatever he was doing. He cupped her
face in his hands and dipped his chin. Their lips hovered inches apart as his
eyes ravished her features, spellbound by something he was at a loss to
explain. Her eyes glittered with heat, making them glow. He licked his lips,
ignoring the way his heart was pounding against his ribcage. When she took a
step back he pulled her close and brought his mouth down onto hers, forcefully
kissing her with a needful passion that refused to be denied .
A soft whimper escaped through her nose from somewhere deep down inside. Her
arms spread out into the air for balance as he took what he so desperately
desired.
His lips pressed
against hers with fervor, sucking and caressing, moving from top to bottom. She
pushed against his shoulders, trying to resist with little resolve. He kissed
her harder and her hands gradually relented, wrapping around his neck and
pulling him in. She shut her eyes and sent her warm tongue slipping through his
lips. Stars exploded behind his eyelids, lighting up the darkness like the
Fourth of July. Headlights swerved around them, the drivers’ angry horns
falling on deaf ears. Their lips probed each other like they had met before,
pulling and pressing with a familiar repose. They were the only two people on
Earth and time had definitely stopped.
They broke the
kiss to catch their racing breath. Dean’s chest rose and fell beneath his black
button down as he stared into her star-crossed eyes. Her hand slid down his rounded
shoulder and pressed into his chest, accepting his heart