since he'd been old enough to carry a hammer. It had
always been the assumption that he'd take over the
business when his dad retired, and become a ful partner
business when his dad retired, and become a ful partner
some time before that. I'd figured he already was.
'What about you?' Kira sipped her drink, eyes on Ethan.
For someone with a boyfriend, she certainly seemed
interested in him, but then Kira was just one of those girls.
You know. The slutty ones.
'I'm a mechanic,' he said. 'For Hershey.'
'Oh, that's a good job!' Kira sidled in between Austin and Ethan.
'It is a good job,' Ethan agreed and drank from his cup
while his eyes wandered everywhere on Kira's body but
her face.
It was so easy, realy. They wanted to seduce us. We
wanted to be seduced, for a few hours anyway. I knew
what we looked like to them. Two girls in slinky outfits,
sucking back drink after drink and letting the crowd push
us closer and closer. There's no such thing as social
distance in bars. The music makes conversation impossible
unless you lean across to shout in someone's ear. The
crush of people means you have to fight for your own
smal space, and sharing it doesn't seem so bad after a
smal space, and sharing it doesn't seem so bad after a
drink or four.
When Austin's hand ended up on my ass, I didn't even
blink. It felt good there. Heavy, warm. He had strong
fingers to go along with those biceps. He smeled good.
Drakkar Noir. Despite myself and everything that had
happened with us before, I'd missed him.
Austin said into my ear, 'Wanna dance?'
Our bodies had always worked just right together,
whether we were dancing or fucking. I was ready for both.
Leaving Ethan and Kira, he took my hand and puled me
up the stairs to the third floor, where the songs ran into one
another without stopping and al sounded the same. We
found a spot in the middle and started dancing.
The booze had made me soft and melty, but the music
wasn't. I wanted to slow dance. Austin wanted to grind.
We compromised with a little hip action that brought us
groin to groin, but when he tried to flip me around and get
up on me in the back end, I pushed away with a smile.
'You don't answer my messages,' Austin said.
It was easy to pretend I didn't hear him with the music so
loud. I smiled and shook my head. He took me by the
arm, up high in the soft part that bruises easily. His fingers
closed al the way around it.
He moved in to brush his lips against my ear. 'I've realy
missed you.'
