Publication date: February 7th 2023
Genres: Adult, Contemporary,
He
held eye contact with her, but she was too chicken this time to be the last one
to look away. She contained her grin and reached for his drink. “What’s this?
Whiskey?”
“Yep.
Bourbon,” he said.
She
nodded. “Big boy drinks. Last time I saw you with a drink it was the King of
Beers.”
She
took a sip, trying like crazy to keep her face stoic while the liquor assaulted
her throat. She never drank liquor.
“I
still drink that, too,” he said. “What about you? What do you drink up in
Manhattan?”
“Brooklyn.”
“Brooklyn,”
he confirmed.
She
shrugged. “Wine. Beer. Cocktail of the hour.”
He
furrowed his brow. “What is that now, something with bitters or ginger beer?”
She
rolled her eyes. “You’re so two years ago, Braxton. It’s the Boudreaux Booty.
Everyone knows that.”
A
grin stretched across his face, causing her core to light up like a
firecracker. “What’s in it?”
She
bit her lip, looking to the sky. “Oh, a little bit of vodka, cranberry juice,
OJ, and peach schnapps.”
He
furrowed his brow. “I think that’s a sex on the beach.”
She
put her hand to her chest. “Is it? I’ve never had that. Have you?” This cheesy
flirting was so far out of the realm of the two of them, and Peyton was loving
every second of it.
He
chuckled, and then shrugged. “Maybe. I can’t really remember. It’s been a while
since I…had a cocktail.”
She
loved his implication. “Oh, yeah? I had one somewhat recently.”
He
lifted an eyebrow, and she could swear his lip curled a little. “You did?”
“Yeah.
In Manhattan, actually. I was there for an event. Fleet Week. I had lots of
cocktails that night.”
He
let out a huff, crossing his arms over his chest. “Sounds like a good time. I
hope you were safe…didn’t have too many cocktails.”
“Oh,
yes. I’m always safe.” She ran her finger around the rim of his glass. “But you
wouldn’t know that about me. We never drank cocktails together before.”
His
biceps flexed. “No, we haven’t. I’m a few years older than you, ya know.”
Her
chest stung. “I do know.”
“You
were never really old enough to have a cocktail with me, were you?”
She
shrugged. “Depends. Sometimes people don’t wait until they’re twenty-one to
have their first drink.”
He
stared deep into her gaze. This time she wouldn’t have let go to save a
drowning puppy.
“If
we would have had a cocktail together on your prom night,” he said, “before you
were twenty-one, I’m afraid I wouldn’t have been able to stop.”
She
would have traded no ice cream for the rest of her life to hear those words all
these years. She nudged his arm with hers. “Maybe that wouldn’t have been the worst
thing in the world. Cocktails for months. At least until you went back to
Vanderbilt and had cocktails with someone else.”
She
stood close to him now, her feet inside his legs, loving using her sexuality in
a way she never could have when they were younger.
He
uncrossed his arms and tugged on her skirt. “Maybe I was afraid if I had
cocktails with you, I’d never want to have them with anyone else.”
She
closed her eyes, inhaling hard at his words, which tickled every inch of her
body. She leaned in closer. “I guess that would have been hard…staying sober at
Vandy for four years.”
He
shrugged. “Maybe. Maybe not.”
She
opened her eyes, and met his gaze, moving close to his mouth. She hovered
there, their lips almost brushing. “I guess we’ll never know, will we?”
She
stepped backward and then turned and walked toward the house.
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