twist the cap off of my water bottle I’ve been drinking in-between shots.
“I gotta pee,” I blurt out a little too loudly as I stand and sway slightly. “You coming with?” I ask, smiling down at Becca, who’s people watching. She loves people watching in bars, because people get drunk and make total asses of themselves.
“Sure, I’ll touch up my makeup while you tinkle,” she says giggling.
“Just come find us when you’re done,” Tamara says, standing and heading back towards the arcade games. Nikki and Liam are already playing the one beside our table.
“Will do,” I yell to her over the loud voices and music. Becca and I head towards the restrooms. The place is packed and there’s a line, of course.
While in line, I suddenly smell Chase’s body spray. I could smell him on me last night after we got off of the boat from spending the entire afternoon sitting on his lap, and asked him what he wore. I thought it was cool a wealthy guy like him chose to wear just a body spray, instead of an expensive cologne. Either way, no matter the price, he smelled amazing, and I was sad when I went into the ocean today and my bikini no longer smelled of him.
I hear the timbre of his laughter behind me and spin around to find him walking towards us. My heart is beating frantically against my chest, and I suddenly feel like a thousand butterflies are fluttering around inside my belly. I try to turn back towards the line of people I’m behind, but I can’t get my eyes to leave him. It’s as if I’ve lost control of my own body.
A look of shock flashes across Chase’s face and maybe disbelief as he slides his eyes from my toes back to my face. I feel my body flush as it reacts to his burning hot gaze sliding over me.
I’m wearing a red sundress and white wedged heels. My dress stops a few inches above my knees and the neckline is low, showing off my breasts, which I know Chase really likes, since his eyes always seem glued to them every time I’m around him.
“Ashlynn,” he says, stopping a few feet away from me, “wow, you look gorgeous.”
I feel every ounce of anger I’ve had harbored inside me towards him last night and today slowly dissipating. I bite the inside of my cheek as he takes another step towards me. I breathe him in deeply before speaking. “Thanks. I love the shirt…very patriotic.”
God, I sound like an idiot.
He lets out a deep chuckle. “I figured I should show off my patriotic side tonight, since it’s the Fourth of July and all.” He frowns slightly and reaches up to rub the back of his neck, looking like he too can’t believe the dumb stuff coming out of his mouth.
Parker steps up beside Becca, mirroring her stance against the wall. He bumps arms with her while a small smirk plays on his lips. “You are lookin’ mighty fine tonight too, Becca.”
She rolls her eyes at him. “Why thanks, Parker. You don’t look so bad yourself. What are y’all doing here tonight?”
Chase and Parker look from me to Becca before settling back on me. I turn and look to Becca for guidance, who glaring at Chase and Parker. I may be forgetting about all the pent up anger, but from the looks of Becca, she certainly isn’t.
“We’ve been playing a few rounds of pool and drinkin’ beer. That’s about it. We watched the fireworks earlier down at the boardwalk. We looked for y’all, but couldn’t find ya anywhere. We don’t have your numbers, so we couldn’t text anyone,” Chase says, never taking his eyes off of mine.
He was thinking about me tonight at the fireworks too. How did things get so messed up so quickly?
I twirl a strand of my hair around my finger. Chase’s eyes are so intense they make me nervous. I can feel them practically burning straight through me, seeing every thought that pops into my head.
Becca answers for me, seeing I’m tongue-tied at the moment. “We’re just here hanging out, playing games, and celebrating like everyone else.”
Chase rubs at the