The song ends all too quickly and I go to move away from him. He lets me back up enough, we’re face to face, but he doesn’t release his grip on my waist. I can see the desire I feel for him reflected in his eyes. I swallow hard, my throat suddenly dry and my palms sweaty. I can hear my pulse pounding through my body and I feel my cheeks start to flush.
“The tequila was definitely a good idea,” Matt says.
I nod in agreement, not trusting myself to speak as I lose myself in his eyes. He reaches up with one hand and tucks a loose strand of hair behind one of my ears. He moves his hand away slowly, running his fingers over my cheek, a caress that sends shivers through me.
He leans closer to me, closing the gap between us. My stomach whirls, my pussy clenches. This is it. We’re going to kiss. Before his lips can meet mine, a hand touches his arm and he glances down to see who it belongs to.
“Don’t I know you from somewhere,” a girl asks him.
A girl I don’t recognize. She’s smoking hot though and I feel a sinking sensation in my stomach. She must be someone he’s hooked up with before. And there’s no way in hell I can compare to her.
Matt barely glances at her before he shakes his head. “No, sorry. You must have me mixed up with someone else.”
“Oh. Sorry,” the girl says and she moves away from us, clearly not quite convinced as she keeps glancing back at Matt.
I realize I can hear the music pounding out again, see the people dancing all around us, but when Matt was leaning in to kiss me, it all went away. It was just the two of us in our own little bubble. Now though, the moment has passed, the magic gone, and I’m just standing awkwardly in his arms. He seems to come out of the daze at the same moment as I do and we move our arms from around each other at the same time. He gives an awkward sounding cough.
I have to rescue the situation. “It’s kind of hot in here,” I shout. “Do you need some air?”
He nods and takes my hand in his to lead me through the crowd. I cringe inside as I think of how my sweaty hand must feel to him, but he makes no move to pull away and I relax. If he asks, I’ll tell him it’s condensation off my drink and hope he doesn’t realize I’d left it in the kitchen when we went to dance.
We finally get through the crowd and head through the kitchen then out of the double doors onto the patio.
The cool night breeze envelopes me, and I take a few deep breaths. I really was too hot in there, although I think most of that was due to being so close to Matt.
A few people mill around the patio, but Matt doesn’t stop there. He leads me off the patio and away from the house, down to the garden where it’s quieter.
“So who was that girl? A hook up?” I ask, keeping my tone light.
Matt laughs and shakes his head. “Honestly, I have no idea who she was. I really think she had me confused with someone else.” He pauses and when he speaks again, his tone is teasing, “Someone might think you’re jealous, Callie.”
I laugh, but I don’t deny it.
“You don’t have to worry. She’s not my type,” he adds.
Was I worrying? Yeah, I guess I was. I thought I was hiding it better than that though. “Well maybe, if you told me anything about yourself, I’d know.” I smirk. I seem to tell Matt every little detail of my life, but I know very little about him.
“If I told you I’d have to kill you though, and that’s kind of messy and I like this shirt,” he says.
I raise an eyebrow at him.
“Fine,” he says. “I’m a Russian spy.”
“No accent,” I tell him.
He purses his lips. “I’m a vampire.”
“Nope. I’ve seen you walk in the sun.”
“I’m an exotic prince from a foreign land, coming to find a bride.”
“You catch the train every day. You expect me to believe you’re royalty?”
“I’m just Matt, a waiter, who would much rather hear everything about the beautiful girl by his side than bore her with the details of his life.”
“Oh, you smooth talker.” I laugh, but I flush at his compliment. I know he’s purposely avoiding my question, finding ways not to talk about himself, but in that moment, when I look up at him and feel my pussy clench, I don’t care. I don’t want us to end up arguing. I just want to enjoy the moment, my hand in his, our bodies close together as we walk.
We reach the end of the garden and Matt points out a wooden bench behind a fountain that stands off to one side of the garden. We walk to it and sit down. He moves closer to me as we sit, and I can feel his leg resting against mine. I want more than anything for him to just kiss me already.
“Tell me the dream.” Matt smiles at me. “If you could go anywhere, do anything, what would it be?”
Right now, it would be for him to kiss me, touch me, take me home and make me scream his name as I come, but that’s not a story I’m about to share. Instead, I revert back to the idea the teenage version of me thought up. An idea part of me would still like to pursue but probably never will. “I’d be in Japan, teaching English to children.” I smile.
He smiles back at me. “Why Japan?”
“At school, we did a big project about Japanese culture. I was instantly fascinated by it all.”
“But aren’t you studying business rather than teaching?” he
