My lips pursed at the sudden comeback he'd just thrown right back in my face. Was he insinuating that I was doing something inappropriate?
"You sir," I pushed a finger into his chest, ignoring the pull of my eyes towards his as I went to speak. I gave in, staring up into the darkest irises I'd ever seen as a wash of primitive surrender crossed over his gaze.
I swallowed, completely forgetting the witty remark I'd wanted to say as I looked over at Chloe for help.
"You know I have this odd feeling like you have something to say to me," Tyler breathed in, leaning back against the wall behind us. The minute the words left his lips I knew what he was hinting at, but why was it me who'd needed to bring it up?
He remembered me from the night Chloe and I were bar hopping, which unfortunately just turned into a bar hop. He was the guy shacked up in the halls with Lacey when I'd run into him looking for the restrooms and since that night, he'd been throwing signs that he remembered me too.
So I decided to go for it.
"Why didn't you say anything about the night we met?" I blurted, keeping my stance firm.
Tyler smirked, but then laughed, "I wouldn't necessarily call that a meeting."
I watched his eyes scan my face for any sign of compliance as the music from the bar began to cloud my sense of hearing. Tyler noticed and looked over his shoulder back at the group, finally reaching out a hand to pull me closer.
I bit my lip, trying my hardest to keep down the mocking words I really wanted to say. I took his hand and stepped forward, relishing in the feelings I was having when our hands collided. It was brief and it was small, but the feeling alone sent my nerves into overdrive.
What even was this?
"You knew I caught you and Lacey in the hallway and you didn't say anything," I spoke, quickly realizing I was so close to caging myself into his arm. I pulled back, involuntarily leaning up and into another group of girls who just so happened to be hanging out behind us.
"I didn't think it was a big deal," Tyler leaned down to whisper into my ear through the music, "Did it bother you?"
I placed my hands on his chest, realizing how firm the muscles were behind the cover of his shirt.
Holy shit.
Tyler finally leaned back up as my hands dropped from his chest, "Did you really think I wouldn't ever remember?"
He reached over to grab hold of the beer he'd been neglecting as he pulled the top to his lips.
"I hoped you wouldn't," He finally answered, "But then when you asked me to hire back Lacey, I had a small feeling you remembered."
I smiled, shaking my head at the typical logic of a man's brain.
"You know, I've heard that line before and unfortunately it's not gonna cut it," I shot back, setting down my empty glass.
Tyler chuckled and instead of fighting back, he pulled a line from his book of world knowledge, "If I tell you how great you look in that dress, would you forgive me?"
He pulled the thin fabric from my side, teasing me without a care in the world for boundaries, "I can be a gentlemen about it."
I smacked his hand away, trying hard to fight down the smile that was beginning to creep up. As much as I wanted to slap him for pointing it out, I couldn't. I'd been a long time since I'd been chased the way Tyler was chasing me right now and I was sort of selfishly soaking up the compliments, even though I knew I'd regret it later.
