I turn to face Nick, putting my back to the bar. His gaze drops to my lips and then slowly roams over my face. I’m ninety-nine percent sure he’s as attracted to me as I am him, but I’m not confident enough to make the first move. I’m not even sure if I want to make a move. Okay, that’s a lie. I do, but I’m a smidge worried it’ll make things awkward for the rest of the summer.
