Business Casual (Lovelight, #4)

by B.K. Borison

“How much have you had to drink tonight?” “Enough to make me feel warm and fuzzy, but not enough to have me asking for things I don’t want.” She pats my chest once, a resigned look on her face. “It’s okay, Charlie. We’re going to finish this dance. I’m going to go find something else to drink. And we will never discuss this again.” My hands tighten against her. I do not like that plan. “Nova—” “Please,” she whispers, eyes still carefully averted from mine. “Please, can we not?” I give her a jerky nod, but my mind is still racing. My thoughts slip through like tiny grains of sand, slowly piling up until I feel overwhelmed. My brain is excellent at catastrophizing. I spin us around, one thought screaming louder than the rest. “Are you going to find someone else?” “Hmm?” The song plays out its final slow notes, a lone trumpet echoing out over the field. I panic. I’m not ready to let her go yet. I nudge us farther into the trees until shadows are clinging to our ankles. “Are you going to find someone else?” I ask again. She loosens her hold on me but stays in my grip. “For what? A drink?” Now I’m the exasperated one. “To go home with you.” “Ah.” Understanding lights her eyes and her lips twist to the side. “Maybe—” “Don’t.” I cut her off.