notice I still completely tower over her small frame. The thought turns me on. A lot.
I haven’t replied to her greeting and now she’s looking at me a bit hesitantly. Good going jackass. “Hey. You look…” Breathtaking. Incredible. Sexy beyond belief. “Nice.”
She gifts me with a genuine smile, but I internally curse myself for saying something so weak and unlike me. Usually I know just the right thing to say to women, and I hate that my charm chose to desert me in such a moment. “After you.” I hold open the car door, my body tensing at her close proximity when she passes by me to step in.
“Hey, hold up!”
The girls have just climbed into the backseat when Shawn and I look over to see John jogging across the parking lot towards the taxi. He’s a little out of breath when he reaches us. “Got room for one more?”
“Nope,” Shawn says, without remorse before I can. “Full house, tough luck dude.”
John’s expression falls. “C’mon, I’ll sit in the front. All the other taxis say they can’t get here for another 40 minutes and the club might be full by then.” He leans down into the passenger side window of the taxi. “Can you take 5? I’ll make it worth your while.”
Unable to turn down the bribe, the taxi driver agrees. “Fine by me if they can squeeze in back there.”
Shawn’s eyes meet mine over the top of the car, both of us simultaneously seeing the silver lining. We both lean into the backseat with a change of heart.
“Tell those lovely limbs of yours to make room,” Shawn says, eyeing Sabrina appreciatively. “We’ve all got to fit back here.”
“Indigo can sit on someone’s lap,” I hear Sabrina suggest.
I internally fist pump when I picture getting Indigo into that position, so when I see her climb onto Sabrina’s instead, I try not to let the extreme disappointment show on my face. Shawn and I both climb in and shut the doors as the taxi takes pulls off.
“Did you bring your fake ID?” Shawn asks. I can tell he is also a little deflated at the seating arrangement.
When Sabrina shifts in an attempt to grab at her clutch, Indigo’s jean clad legs brush up against mine and I swear I feel some sort of fucking electric zap. What the hell is wrong with me?
“Sorry,” she says, and I can tell she’s feeling awkward in her precarious position.
“It’s fine,” I tell her, not feeling awkward at all. I resist the urge to grab her calves and put them over one of my legs so she’s more comfortable. “I’ve got plenty of room.”
“Check it out,” Sabrina says, and hands over her ID to Shawn. “My brother made it for me last year, works like a charm.”
“Wait, isn’t this club 18 and over?” Indigo cranes her neck to look back at her friend. “Why would you need a fake ID?”
“To get drinks of course,” Sabrina replies. “I’ll need to get one of those bracelet things at the door that says I’m 21.”
“Oh ok.” Indigo stiffens, but I’m the only one that seems to notice as I seem to be completely in tune with her body language. I wonder if she’s worried about getting in trouble. I also notice that she is keeping her head down, which bums me out because I’m dying for another chance to look at her up close.
The taxi drops us off in front of the club and the four of us make our way to the back of the long line, while John wanders off toward the front. Good riddance. I saw him eyeing Indigo in the rearview mirror and it was seriously starting to piss me off. I shake him off and concentrate back on Indigo, who has been quiet up until now. She looks a little nervous, and I can tell she has something to say. I’m just about to ask her what it is when she blurts it out.
“I have a confession to make.”
We all turn to her, each of us with different expressions. Shawn looks worried, like she is about to reveal to us one of her dark secrets, Sabrina looks concerned, and I can feel the extremely curious look on my own face.
“What is
I haven’t replied to her greeting and now she’s looking at me a bit hesitantly. Good going jackass. “Hey. You look…” Breathtaking. Incredible. Sexy beyond belief. “Nice.”
She gifts me with a genuine smile, but I internally curse myself for saying something so weak and unlike me. Usually I know just the right thing to say to women, and I hate that my charm chose to desert me in such a moment. “After you.” I hold open the car door, my body tensing at her close proximity when she passes by me to step in.
“Hey, hold up!”
The girls have just climbed into the backseat when Shawn and I look over to see John jogging across the parking lot towards the taxi. He’s a little out of breath when he reaches us. “Got room for one more?”
“Nope,” Shawn says, without remorse before I can. “Full house, tough luck dude.”
John’s expression falls. “C’mon, I’ll sit in the front. All the other taxis say they can’t get here for another 40 minutes and the club might be full by then.” He leans down into the passenger side window of the taxi. “Can you take 5? I’ll make it worth your while.”
Unable to turn down the bribe, the taxi driver agrees. “Fine by me if they can squeeze in back there.”
Shawn’s eyes meet mine over the top of the car, both of us simultaneously seeing the silver lining. We both lean into the backseat with a change of heart.
“Tell those lovely limbs of yours to make room,” Shawn says, eyeing Sabrina appreciatively. “We’ve all got to fit back here.”
“Indigo can sit on someone’s lap,” I hear Sabrina suggest.
I internally fist pump when I picture getting Indigo into that position, so when I see her climb onto Sabrina’s instead, I try not to let the extreme disappointment show on my face. Shawn and I both climb in and shut the doors as the taxi takes pulls off.
“Did you bring your fake ID?” Shawn asks. I can tell he is also a little deflated at the seating arrangement.
When Sabrina shifts in an attempt to grab at her clutch, Indigo’s jean clad legs brush up against mine and I swear I feel some sort of fucking electric zap. What the hell is wrong with me?
“Sorry,” she says, and I can tell she’s feeling awkward in her precarious position.
“It’s fine,” I tell her, not feeling awkward at all. I resist the urge to grab her calves and put them over one of my legs so she’s more comfortable. “I’ve got plenty of room.”
“Check it out,” Sabrina says, and hands over her ID to Shawn. “My brother made it for me last year, works like a charm.”
“Wait, isn’t this club 18 and over?” Indigo cranes her neck to look back at her friend. “Why would you need a fake ID?”
“To get drinks of course,” Sabrina replies. “I’ll need to get one of those bracelet things at the door that says I’m 21.”
“Oh ok.” Indigo stiffens, but I’m the only one that seems to notice as I seem to be completely in tune with her body language. I wonder if she’s worried about getting in trouble. I also notice that she is keeping her head down, which bums me out because I’m dying for another chance to look at her up close.
The taxi drops us off in front of the club and the four of us make our way to the back of the long line, while John wanders off toward the front. Good riddance. I saw him eyeing Indigo in the rearview mirror and it was seriously starting to piss me off. I shake him off and concentrate back on Indigo, who has been quiet up until now. She looks a little nervous, and I can tell she has something to say. I’m just about to ask her what it is when she blurts it out.
“I have a confession to make.”
We all turn to her, each of us with different expressions. Shawn looks worried, like she is about to reveal to us one of her dark secrets, Sabrina looks concerned, and I can feel the extremely curious look on my own face.
“What is
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