I pluck at my t-shirt. “It’s cute.”
“You are. I guess I’ll see you tonight?”
I nod. “For sure. I’m going to take a nap because someone kept me up way too late.”
Arching a brow, he reaches out and grasps one of my curls. I hold my breath as he spins it around his finger. “If I recall, someone else bumped their toe and needed assistance first, so who’s the real culprit?”
“Touché.”
He drops my hair and steps back. “Have a good nap.”
I close the door between us and carry the bag over to the desk. Dumping out the assortment of goods, I grab the roll-on menthol and use it on the particularly achy parts of my leg before I climb back in bed.
When I close my eyes, I dream of Fisher.
CHAPTER 14
FISHER
I can’t takemy eyes off Ebba. I used to be better at hiding the way I watch her, but frankly, I’m so fucking tired of doing that. The sparkly bright pink dress she wears changes hue with every flash of the lights in the club. She’s got some kind of glitter that shimmers on the tops of her warm brown shoulders.
Noah and Elias are out there with their girls, and I stayed at our VIP table, because I thought it would be better if I kept my hands to myself. But watching Ebba out there, the way her body moves and her skin glows, it feels like it might be next to impossible to stay put, especially when some sleazy looking guy makes his way over to her.
I take a long, slow sip of my old fashioned.
Don’t do it,I tell myself.Don’t get up.
I narrow my eyes when he slides hands around her waist from behind and grinds into her.
Finishing off my drink, I smack the glass on the table.
“Fuck it,” I mutter, and stand, adjusting the sleeves on my black button down.
Making my way onto the dancefloor, I tap the guy on the shoulder, and he gives me awhat the fucklook.
“Find someone else,” I growl.
He laughs. “You find someone else.”
I grit my teeth, my fists clenching at my sides. I’ve never been someone quick to anger, or the fighting type, and maybe it’s just because I’m slightly drunk but I’ve never wanted to punch anyone more.
In a slow, measured tone, I say, “I said find someone else.”
“Dude, whatever.” He raises his hand away from her body and turns away.
Ebba gives me a lazy smile, laughter shining in her eyes. She grabs my shirt and pulls me close. “You chased my dance partner away.”
“He wasn’t good enough for you.”
She gives me a lazy smile. Swaying her hips to the music, she takes my hands and places them on her curves. “And you are?”
“No one’s good enough for you. Not even me. But what I will say is, if you ever give me a second chance I’ll spend every single day of my life trying to prove myself worthy of you.”
A shiver runs down her spine and she spins, looping her arms around my neck. “That stuff you got me at the drugstore helped. Thanks for that.”
I graze my nose against hers. “Any time.”
I notice she still brought her cane, though, and I’m glad that even though her leg is feeling better she’s making sure she’s covered in case she needs it. It’s currently propped behind the bar courtesy of a bartender who offered to hold onto it for her while she danced.