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“Maybe,” Ford admits, and Cameron rolls her eyes.
“You can’t stop us from going out every night,” she points out, and he leans in closer.
“Wanna bet?”
She glares at him, straightening in her seat.
“We could go to a bar or club in another town.”
He frowns, and I suck on my straw, finishing off my drink. I’m having a hard time remembering why I was trying to take it slow. The drinks are delicious.
A new song comes on, and I sway in my seat to the beat.
“Want to dance?” Fisher asks me, and I shake my head.
“I can’t. You’re the enemy,” I slur.
“No, I’m not. I’ll never be your enemy.”
“You want to take my home.”
“I won’t,” he says.
“I want to believe you so bad,” I whisper, and it isn’t until he leans in closer that I realize that I said it out loud.
“Then give me another chance. Let me prove it to you.”
I sway, getting lost in the beat and his eyes. I’m not sure when I started to move closer to him, or maybe he was the one to close the distance between us, but soon, our mouths are a breath apart.
The barstool tips forward and I fall into him. He catches me easily, and I giggle, my eyes falling closed. When I blink them open, his mouth is right there, and it looks so tempting.
I close the distance between us, then I’m kissing him. There’s a warning bell going off in the back of my head, but it gets lost in the music and alcohol, and I ignore it.
Fisher pulls back, his hands gripping my waist, and I pout up at him.
“Fuck, you have no idea what you do to me. I want you so badly, but not like this. Not when you’re drunk,” Fisher whispers to me.
“Come on. I’ll take you home,” Milo says to Lilou, and Ford nods.
“I’ll drive you,” he says to Cameron.
“I’m fine,” she insists.
Kerry groans, and I look over to see Charlie walking towards us.
“I guess single girls’ night is over,” I say, and everyone nods, looking varying degrees of annoyance.
“We’ll try again another night. In another bar,” Cameron says, giving Ford a hard look.
“Sounds like fun,” he says, and I laugh as she glares at him.
“Do you need a ride, Vera?” Ford asks, and Fisher’s grip on me tightens.
“I’ve got her.”
Ford nods, and then Fisher is taking my hand and leading me outside. I let him, my head swimming so much that I decide to let him take the lead.
He opens the passenger side door of his car and I let him help me inside. When he slips behind the wheel, I turn my head and study him.
