“Let me see here, so you, like, sky-rocketed to fame, fell out of touch, and now you guys just reunited again? Does that mean we’ll be seeing hella lot of you?” Anton fanned his lashes. No doubt the thought of seeing his so-called idol was the best news he had ever had.
River cocked his head toward me before tapping his fingers on the table. “That depends on, Cara. but I do want to restore our friendship.”
Feeling bombarded by emotions, I wanted to crawl underneath the table.
“This is not the time and place, you guys. Where’s the fun in this?” I asked timidly before organizing another shot to drown them all out.
“You two are too cute,” Anton sighed, the wheels in his head kept turning, seeing something I wouldn’t agree on. “Can we take a selfie?”
Not those again. I wasn’t in the mood to project a happy smile face.
“Not with me, you can’t, sorry. But I’m sure River won’t mind.”
Anton appeared hurt from my immediate rejection. “Oh, you’re such a killjoy. Maybe next time, then. If Parker gets green with envy, then that’s his problem. I tell you, that man is like borderline obsessed with you. He’s gotta take some Ambien or something to chill.”
Of all the times to complain about the present man in my life, it wasn’t necessary in the presence of my ex fiancé. But my friends didn’t know that.
I threw a pleading look at Anton, hoping he would shut up. “Anton, he’s a little too much sometimes, but he means well,” I reiterated the same excuse that I, myself, was getting tired of hearing.
“Sorry. Maybe it is, but sheesh … I love you, Sprinkles, but you can’t deny there’s some truth it. With that said, let’s just have some fun tonight, yeah?”
Kells poured another drink, took a few lengthy sips before throwing her arm around Anton. “I feel like dancing. Come on; show me some hot and spicy moves.”
“This fat ass can jiggle, but sure.” Anton winked at us before getting pulled by Kells. “Excuse us.”
Watching them leave, I then reverted my attention back to the man next to me. I was nervous like I was on my first date—full of jitters and uncertainty.
My eyes were drawn to his hand that casually rested on the table. The very sight of it brought me back to the way it used to caress me, sending me to heaven with a simple stroke, a graze.
Flashbacks were a damnable thing, most especially if he person was right next to you, larger than life.
Dragging my eyes away, I caught his impenetrable gaze, and for a brief moment, I felt something zap inside like a jolt of electricity, bringing me back to life, making me feel alive like never before.
“Hi,” he whispered, vivid eyes heatedly trapping me, luring me to focus on him and his lips.
My mouth ran dry as I tried to regain my composure. “Hi.”
It was the way he was gazing and smiling at me. He was being ridiculously cute, and I was instantly transported back in time. Gone was the darkness and hurt and the past that was riddled with pain and betrayal. I was simply a woman who was enthralled by a man who touched my baser instincts, making feel beautiful by a mere gaze alone.
Dark eyes probed into mine, unsubtly scrutinizing my face. “Are you mad at me for bombarding on you like this?”
I felt bombarded all right, but not for the reasons he suggested.
Sitting so close to him, my body felt electrified, awakened from a long hiatus. A physical force that never waned wherever he was concerned.
Shaking my head, I wondered if he had any idea where my mind had wandered. Then I shyly smiled at him, barely meeting his intense gaze. “No, I’m not. Anton’s a huge fan of yours. He’s going to kill me; I know it.”
He chuckled before bearing a sly smile. “Well, I’ll ask him not to. I hope that’ll help.”
Oh, he was really pulling out the big guns tonight with that sexy, knee-buckling smile of his.
Toying with my glass, I tried to calm my unsteady heart. “It might work, seeing that he’s got a major crush on you.”
He laughed. “I seem to get that a lot.”
That sound of his laugh—deep, husky, sexy as fuck, God help me. It was doing crazy things to me.
“I don’t doubt it.” Biting the bottom of my lip, I tried to concentrate on other things, instead of the way my pussy seemed to have activated, contracting and begging for him. Yeah, my vagina literally was calling out to him. Some ridiculous psychic my pussy was.