Exhaling, I turn to face him, and well, I can’t form words. Now that we’re off the dancefloor and in the light of the bar, I can really see him, and he’s somehow even more fucking gorgeous than I remember. Half Lebanese and American—that mixture is nothing short of exotic. He was that guy in high school that all the girls fawned over, but I don’t even know that he noticed because he was always mine. Always. I swallow in an attempt to force my heart out of my throat. I don’t know what’s worse right now, the fact that I was slut dropping on him like that, or the fact that it felt so damn good.
