Kiss To Forget (Blairwood University #2) - Anna B. Doe Page 0,57
yells loudly so we can hear her over the music.
I nod my agreement just as a hand slides over my hip. I turn around and come face to face with a guy.
“Dance with me.”
It’s not a question, but I nod regardless. The hand that’s already on my hip slides to the small of my back, pulling me closer, as his other one nestles on my waist.
I let him lead, matching the sway of my hips to his. His eyes bore into mine as we move in the limited space we have.
He’s cute, around my age or maybe a few years older. His light hair is neatly styled and matches the dress shirt with rolled sleeves and dark jeans he’s wearing perfectly, giving him a preppy vibe. If fraternities were a thing at Blairwood, he’d be the perfect candidate to join one.
He moves closer as the tempo increases, his thigh slipping between my legs as he leans closer. I turn my head to the side just a little bit, his lips brushing against my cheek, his warm breath touching my earlobe as he whispers in my ear, “I’ve been watching you all night.”
“Oh yeah? Like what you see?”
His heated eyes give me an appraising look. “You have no idea.”
My red lips tip up in a half smile. I’m debating on what to do when the song ends, and I feel somebody pinch my elbow. Looking over my shoulder, I find Callie and Chloe looking at me. Chloe tips her head toward the back of the club.
Toilet, right.
Facing the nameless guy, I offer him an apologetic smile as I start to pull back. “Duty calls.”
He looks over my shoulder and then back at me. “Find me later?”
I bite the inside of my cheek. He’s too handsome and charming for his own good. “I might take you up on that.”
That seems to appease him somewhat, and he lets me go. I let Callie pull me through the people toward the back. Only when we’re a safe distance away do the girls squeal loudly.
“What the hell was that?”
“Fire alert!”
I shove them away. “You both are insane.”
“Does that mean you’re done with Mr. Tuesday?”
I groan loudly as we enter the dark hallway. The music here is slightly lower so we don’t have to scream to be heard.
“I already told you, there is no Mr. Tuesday.”
“So are you going to look for Mr. Hottie later?” Callie asks, wiggling her brows.
Intense blue-gray eyes flash in my mind. The weight of his forehead pressed against mine. The scruffiness of his cheeks underneath my palms.
Memories flash in my mind one after the other in quick succession. I shake my head, pushing them back.
Baby blond hair and bright blue eyes, that’s who you should be thinking about. It doesn’t matter if they don’t make your stomach clench at just the thought of him.
“I just might.”
The bathroom is busy, per usual, so we have to wait a little before taking our turn. Once we’re done, we stop at the bar to order a round of drinks.
Our table is full when we get there. Two of Alyssa’s friends are snuggled against two guys I don’t know while, Alyssa and another friend of hers, Bianca, I think, are chatting animatedly with three other guys. They turn around when they see us coming, and I come face to face with the blond preppy guy from earlier. He grins as he takes me in from head to toe.
“You’re back.”
“And you have company,” Chloe says, elbowing me in the ribs as she wiggles her eyebrows suggestively. Seriously, can she be more obvious? I glare at her, but she just laughs as she slides down into the booth next to the girls with Callie right after her. Which leaves the only open seat next to the blond guy and his friend.
“Yes. Girls, these are Lucas, Mario, and Tim. We met them at another party just recently.”
“Lucas,” the blondie says, taking my hand in his.
“Yasmin,” I reply, returning his handshake.
“It’s nice to meet you, Yasmin.” He holds on to my hand longer than necessary, his thumb sliding over the inside of my wrist, drawing slow circles. Gooseflesh spreads over my skin at his touch.
I lift my gaze from our joined hands to his face. “Likewise.”
Things have just gotten interesting.
Chapter Twenty-One
NIXON
Descending the stairs, I go straight for the kitchen, but the light in the living room catches my attention, making me stop in my tracks. I walk back and peek through the open door to find Hayden sitting on