“I know you’re being really stupid.” The tilt of his mouth and goofy look in his eyes had my anger simmering.
“You want me not to fuck around ’cause of Maeve?”
“I don’t care where you put your joystick. Let’s not pretend Maeve doesn’t, though. I’d kinda like her to stick around. She’s prettier to look at than Diego.”
“What the hell are you talking about?” I grunted.
The fool actually twiddled his thumbs, giving me a lackadaisical smile. “I’m only making observations, as always.”
Another flash of red, and Maeve and Haven retreated to the dancefloor, drinks in hand. Murray started to shove around me. When I didn’t budge, he raised his eyebrows like he expected something.
“You coming?” he asked.
“Where? To dance?”
“No, to Greenland. Heard it’s for sale. Maybe if we pool our money, we can buy it.”
My mouth fell open. “What the fuck?”
He shrugged. “Something I heard on Twitter.”
Dazed from the insane shit pouring from his mouth, and pretty buzzed, I followed him into the masses of writhing people to the spot Maeve and Haven had taken ownership over. They were drinking and holding onto each other’s hips, swaying together. Murray wrapped his arms around Haven’s waist, pulling her away from Maeve a little.
Maeve’s eyes found mine. When one of the lights from above caught them just right, they were fields of clover.
I took her glass from her, drinking the cool liquid inside.
“Hey.” She grabbed for it, but I was still thirsty, so I took another swallow. She grunted and shoved at me. “You smell like groupie.”
My hand went to the plush curve of her hip, pulling her against me. Her hands came up to my chest, bunching my shirt. I ran my nose along her neck. “You smell like summer rain.”
I set her glass down somewhere, I didn’t know, and gripped her other hip.
“What are you doin’, Santiago?” Her voice wobbled, her hands still on my chest, creating distance between our bodies.
“I’m dancing with you.”
“Why?”
“Because I got tired of only watching.”
“Are you drunk?” she asked.
“Half. You?”
She tilted her head, eyes narrowing. “Three-quarters.”
“Do I need to be sober to dance?”
“I don’t want you to regret puttin’ your hands on me in the morning.”
She had to be a little drunk to be this vulnerable with me. I hadn’t given her a reason to believe I could be trusted with her feelings and worries.
“Maeve.” I stepped into her, moving my hand to cup the back of her head. “I have a lot of regrets. More than I can count. But one thing I’d never regret is getting to touch you.”
She rolled her eyes. “You say fancy things, act all nice, like you’re a gentleman, but I don’t believe you.”
Circling her wrists, I slid her hands to my shoulders and tugged her hips against mine. My erection pressed into the soft give of her stomach, and we both gasped at the feeling.