He steadies me, moving the hand too close for comfort from my stomach to my neck, and he brushes my new hair behind my shoulder.
His nose breathes in my new coconut shampoo, and a moan lands on my neck, giving me goosebumps. So many goosebumps.
“Lucky,” I whisper, praying it isn’t someone else.
I’m almost sure he doesn’t hear me over the music. And I wish I could mute the song, I don’t know the words to, so I can just hear his voice.
Moving again, his other hand slinks up the side of my body. Reaching my chest, his fingers splay, and he tugs me impossibly closer. His head bows against mine, and hundreds of butterflies flutter in my stomach.
He feels like a lover I’ve just been reunited with.
Familiar, like a soulmate.
Twisting my face away as his hair tickles my neck, I catch the hint of an LED mask as he pulls it from the top of his head and covers his face.
It hurts my eyes, and I blink a few times, adjusting to the neon pink on black. Then he’s gone, and I’m alone on the dance floor with strangers.
CHAPTER 33
Ambrose—present day
Lucky:
You at the bar, unicorn girl?
Iam fucked.
Not only is she definitely here, with her new hair and satin dress, but if she recognizes me, I’m done.
Any hopes of rebuilding whatever we were would be over.
My life would be over.
For that reason, I forced myself to stop touching her and removed myself from the dance floor. And yet, I still can’t stop myself from texting her.
At least the bar is a safer spot, as she likely wants to avoid alcohol after drinking so much of it last night.
I don’t feel the same, and I fill a glass.
Poison is starting to taste better.
Dollancie:
Depends. Which bar do you mean?
And where did the newest pet name come from?
Lucky:
I like this one best. The new pink hair. The fact that you’re truly one of a kind. It’s fitting.
And you know exactly which bar I mean.
Drifting across the dance floor, her eyes scan the crowd, hunting for me. Mine stays locked on her as she moves with the disco ball, avoiding the darkness.
Seeing her out there, so alone and vulnerable, makes me want to brave the crowd again, risk the touch of a stranger that will make me want to scrub my skin.
Dollancie:
