Dane quickly places our drinks in front of us, says enjoy, and scurries off to help a few girls calling him over.
“I agree,” he says with a laugh.
I wanted so badly to talk to Hunter back in high school, but having him here in front of me now, I’m unsure of what to say. I’ve seriously dreamt of moments like this with him, so now is not the time to sound like a huge loser. “So . . . you live here?” I ask.
Please say yes. Please say yes.
He takes a swig of his drink while nodding his head. “On the tenth floor.”
My heart stops at the mention of the tenth floor. It immediately brings my thoughts back to Kyan. A small part of me feels guilty that I’m sitting here all flustered, talking to Hunter, but the other part quickly reminds me that Kyan wants no attachments. He’s made that clear more than once. Talking to Hunter is probably good for the both of us.
“You?” He questions, pulling me out of my thoughts.
I pull my lips away from my straw as I point up. “On the sixth floor.” I smile. “Just moved in last week and I absolutely love it here. It’s beautiful.”
His eyes widen as he looks me up and down, making my cheeks flush red. “Glad to hear that. That means we’ll definitely run in to each other again. I definitely don’t mind that.”
“This is weird,” I admit.
“Why’s that?” He leans in close and pulls my chin up to look at him. My eyes set on his full lips as he speaks again. “That we live in the same building?”
I let out a small laugh, not even believing what I’m finally about to admit. I’ve kept this from him for six years. “I kind of had this small crush on you in high school. Okay, so maybe a huge crush, but I was always too chicken shit to approach you.”
He smiles big, making my heart speed up. “I had no idea.” He releases my chin and takes another drink, watching me over the rim. “I had a thing for you too.”
I look up at him, eyebrows scrunched in disbelief. He’s messing with me now. Either that or I’ve had one too many purple drinks. “You don’t have to say that to make me feel better, you know?”
He shakes his head and laughs as if he’s surprised that I think he’s joking. “I’m not. I seriously thought you were incredibly hot. I almost asked you to dance with me at a party once, but I saw you with some guy so I didn’t bother.”
I feel my heart crush at the mention of Jordan. That’s something that I don’t want to think about. It’s been over two years since I have let his name even cross my thoughts. I need to steer this in a different direction and fast, before I lose my shit.
“Yeah . . . well you should have asked anyways.”
He watches me closely as I unknowingly start to down my drink faster. “Maybe I should have,” he says. “Someone a little thirsty tonight?”
I look down at my drink, with my straw hanging between my lips. It’s already halfway gone and I had just ordered it right before Hunter showed up. I release my straw and sit up straight. “Just a little bit. It’s been a long day.” I smile and bite my bottom lip as he watches me. “What?”
He leans in closer and brushes my hair behind my ear, before leaning in and whispering, “I was thinking maybe I should dance with you now to make up for it.”
I feel his thumb brush below my ear, and without thinking, I lean my head back and close my eyes, leaning into his touch. “Oh yeah,” I say softly.
I feel the slight brush of his lips below my ear before he speaks again. “Yeah. You look so sexy right now, and since no one is supposed to call you . . .” He grabs my hand and helps me to my feet. “Then I think it’s up to me to show you a good time.”
Releasing my drink, I let him walk me out to the dance floor where there’s a small group of people dancing. A few eyes land on us, but no one says a word as we find a spacious area.
Without hesitation, he links an arm around my waist and pulls me against him. His body grinds against mine in a way that sends a shiver throughout my body. He definitely knows how to work his hips, and I have to admit that it turns me on.
I feel a small breath escape me at the realization that I would have died to be this close to him in high school and now here I am, up close and very personal.
Being in his arms right now gives me a small rush, and I have to admit that I like that he doesn’t seem shy with me. He moves my body in ways that he wants without hesitation, not worrying if it’s crossing a line or not. It’s intoxicating.
“Is this weird?” He whispers next to my ear. “The way I move your body with mine . . . because I’ve honestly wanted to do this for years.”