Me? Not so much… I know I’m lost, unsure of what I want for my future. I’ve thought a lot about how I said I want to travel, and I have to wonder if maybe it’s my way of trying to escape. But at the same time, maybe traveling will mean finding my path. I guess, for right now, I’ll just keep moving forward and hope to eventually see that perfect path.
Rodney Atkins makes his way out onto the stage, and a couple minutes later, we’re singing our hearts out to “These are My People” while we wait for the guys to return with our drinks.
“You better drink every damn bit of this,” Alec says when he hands me the most adorable drink I’ve ever seen. I don’t even know what’s inside of it, but the cup is shaped like a fish bowl and it lights up. I saw someone else walking with it and begged Alec to find it for me.
“Twenty-five dollars,” he adds with a groan.
“Thank you!” I grab the drink from him and take a sip. It tastes like lemonade with a bit of a kick to it.
Chase hands Georgia the bottle of water she asked for, and then both guys have a seat, with their beers in their hands, in the chairs behind us. Georgia and I sing and dance to several songs, but when Kane Brown hits the stage with “What Ifs”, a song that always makes me think of Alec, I set my drink down and pull Alec out of his chair to dance with me.
Turning around so that his front is flush against my back, I start shaking my ass. I sneak a glance back and see he’s shaking his head, but his eyes are silently laughing. His hands grip my sides, and his face dips down. He’s so close, I can feel his cool breath hit my overheated skin. I assume he’s leaning in to tell me something, so I’m shocked when his lips brush up against the curve of neck, sending shivers straight down my spine. He places several kisses along my sensitive flesh, and I find myself tilting my head slightly to give him better access as I get lost in Kane Brown’s words about being made for each other and Alec’s touch.
Needing to see his face, I twirl around in my spot. His dark brown eyes, filled with lust and want, lock with mine. I recognize the look because it’s exactly what I’m feeling. The sexual tension in the air is so thick it’s almost suffocating. My heart picks up speed and my brain screams abort!
Afraid the moment is getting too deep, I take his hat off his head and place it on my own with a playful smirk. In return, his hands glide down my sides and land on my ass, and then he shocks the hell out of me when he lifts me up. My legs wrap around his waist and my arms snake around his neck. We sway to the music, our eyes never leaving one another. No words are spoken, and I haven’t the slightest clue what any of this means. This is Alec. The guy I’ve had a crush on since I was old enough to understand boys don’t really have cooties, and it’s just something dads tell their daughters to keep them from chasing the boys. I’ve seen him date various women. I was there the day he decided to join the fire academy. I can remember the moment I realized my crush wasn’t just a crush, but actual love. He’s my roommate, my best friend. And as good as it feels to be in his arms, I can’t let myself get lost in him. Whatever is happening between us will end in destruction, heartbreak. I’ll lose him. And I can’t lose him.
Needing to put some distance between us, I open my mouth to ask him to set me down, when he leans in and softly brushes his lips against mine. It’s barely even a kiss, more like a sensual whisper that leaves me wanting more. His tongue darts out and slowly licks across the flesh of my lips before it finds its way into my mouth. My lips curve around his and our tongues swirl around each other. My arms tighten around his neck and his fingers massage circles into my ass cheeks. Everything and everyone around us fades away as we get lost in our kiss, in each other.
The kiss ends, and I faintly hear the current song fade out and a new one begin. It’s slower, more sensual, and I can’t handle being in Alec’s arms like this, without knowing what that kiss means to him. I was just thinking we can’t be together, I can’t risk losing him, but with that one kiss, all I can think is how much I want him and need him. Fuck the risks. Fuck the consequences. What if he’s my perfect path?