揑t抯 good, thank you.?
Out of the corner of my eye, the table beside me sat very still and stared at each other. I held back my laugh and gestured to them.
揥yatt, meet my new friends. They抮e visiting from Seattle.?
They all turned with big bright smiles and chorused their hellos.
揂nd I抦 Hannah,?I said to them.
They introduced themselves梩he dark-haired woman was Shima, Umbrella Drink was Cassidy, and the other two were Harneet and Tasha.
揥e saw you at the surf shop yesterday.?Was Harneet blushing? 揥e booked a lesson for tomorrow.?
Wyatt nodded and smiled at them, listening as they talked while sending me little amused glances.
Movement in the corner of the bar caught my eye. Olivia was setting up a microphone.
揙h, it抯 karaoke night.?I wiggled in my seat and gave Wyatt an excited smile. 揗y favorite.?
He winked. 揑 know.?
揟hey do karaoke here??Tasha interjected. 揂re you freaking serious? I love this place!?
Cassidy clutched her hands together in excitement. 揥e have to put our names down. Are we doing a group song??
揙f course we are.?Shima pulled out a paper from her purse. 揝tart thinking of songs and I抣l grab a pen from the bartender.?
Wyatt turned to me and lifted his eyebrows. 揥hat do you say, bookworm? Is tonight your night??
I nearly choked on my drink. 揘o. No, no. I don抰 think so.?
He didn抰 push it, he just shrugged. 揙kay.?His gaze dropped to my mouth, and he reached out and brushed the corner of my mouth with his thumb. I shivered. His gray eyes darkened. He pulled his thumb back and sucked on it. 揧ou had a bit of salt on your lip.?
Maybe we didn抰 need to stay for karaoke night. We could go straight home, I could yank this dress off, and Wyatt could rub the part of me that was thrumming between my legs right now until I gasped his name against his chest.
Maybe we could finally have sex tonight. Maybe he wouldn抰 hold back on me.
I watched him, nodded without a word, gaze locked with him.
He winked at me and I pressed my legs together.
揌ave I told you how beautiful you are??He leaned forward on his elbows toward me and his voice was low. 揑抳e been thinking about doing terrible, terrible things to you since you opened the door.?
Oh my god. We were so having sex tonight. My insides somersaulted. His words made my blood thick, turning warmer and languid and slower.
揢h huh.?My voice was soft and my thoughts floated in the air around my head. Swooning? I think this was what swooning was. I had always read about it but had never experienced this light-headed, floaty, deliriousness like I did with Wyatt. 揑 would like that.?
A wolfish look came over his features before he took a sip of his drink. 揕ots of time for that later, bookworm. For now, you have fun.?He smirked.
I slid my foot so that it rested against his. We watched each other for a moment.
The door of the bar burst open and Miri Yang appeared in the doorway, chest heaving for air like she had run here. Her head whipped around as she surveyed the bar, eyes narrowed, before she spotted us and her eyes widened.
Wyatt shifted and surveyed our two nearly full drinks. 揑抦 going to get us some more drinks.?
I put my hand out to stop him. 揘o, Wyatt, don抰 leave me here棓
He shot me a teasing glance, walked away and Miri rushed into his seat.
揌annah Nielsen, as I live and breathe.?
揧ou抮e breathing really hard. Did you run here??I raised an eyebrow at her.
She waved my words away with a scoff. 揜un? God, no. Someone texted me that it was karaoke night.?She nodded. 揧eah. That.?
I narrowed my eyes at her with a suspicion but a grin crept on my face.
Miri thrived on juicy gossip. It was her life force. And she was here for another hit of the good stuff.
揝o.?She gave me a sweet smile but hunger lurked behind her eyes. 揑 heard you and Wyatt went camping.?
I groaned and put my face in my hands. 揝traight to it, huh??
Her eyes sparkled. 揂re you two an item??
揘o. We抮e棓 I sucked a breath through my teeth, scrambling. 揝urfing. He抯 teaching me how to surf.?
Somewhere in heaven, my mom laughed at how obvious the lie was.
Miri blinked. 揝weetheart.?Her tone was skeptical.
I squirmed in my chair.
揗iri, please stop interrogating my girlfriend.?Wyatt towered over the table with two new salt-rimmed drinks and a smirk.
Girlfriend? My stomach rolled forward.
揋irlfriend,?she breathed, biting her lip. She stood quickly to give Wyatt his seat. 揋irlfriend,?she repeated to herself before glancing between us with delight. 揤ery well. Carry on.?She turned on her heel and practically skipped over to a table where her husband, Scott, sat.