I’m standing close now. And when she meets my eyes, her head tips back and she’s Allie. She blinks, pulling her hand away. This is the girl whose laugh and smile and soft, needy moans I can’t stop thinking about. I went nuts when she took off like she did. No number. No idea how to get in touch with her. But now here she is, those bright blue eyes locked with mine, her breath shallowing out as the seconds pass. As my fingers itch with the need to touch her. She’s right here.
