Adam's Eve

2

🎶I'm that bad type
Make your mama sad type
Make your girlfriend mad type
Might seduce your dad type🎶

The allegro tune of Bad Guy was irresistible, and Eva wasn't spared from its captivity. Her body moved in tune, her hips swiveling as she drank from her bottle of apple cider.

Damn, Vicky wasn't the queen of parties for nothing. The girl knew how to pull you in the mood. The whole living room was dim with lightning provided by strategically placed temporary disco lights that bounced around the room delightfully, creating a clubby feel. Eva sang along with the rest of the people as she danced.

Her hackles suddenly stood, that instinct that she was being watched. Her dance rhythm slowed, and she stealthily looked around to confirm her suspicions.

Her breath hitched when she met the owner of the gaze. He was studying her, his gaze intense. Eva quickly looked away when a sudden heat speared her body and continued to dance, pretending that she didn't care that he was staring.

Somehow, she could still feel his piercing gaze on her. When she could take it no more, she looked back at him and his gaze was still on her.

She studied him carefully. Leaning on a wall just across from her with the dim light only just illuminating his form, he looked so relaxed holding a beer bottle while he seemed intent on giving her an uncomfortable time.

Why did he look so familiar?

His spiky, dark hair was deliberately tweaked every tweaked way and left to lie haphazardly on his head in messy disarray, giving him an outdoor, rugged-man look.

He levered his bottle and took a sip from it, his gaze not breaking from hers for even a second.

Jeez, what was his problem?

Wanting to rile him up some, she fixed her gaze more firmly on him, not knowing she'd turned her gaze way too intense until he chuckled and finally looked away, shaking his head at her tactic.

Well, at least she'd won the staredown.

Eva brought the bottle of apple cider to her lips and took a swig. Bringing it down, she nearly gasped, startled to find the stare-obsessed stranger walking toward the dancefloor in her direction. Her body movement stilled completely.

Up close, he looked even more breathtaking. He had a lean but muscular-looking body, and she didn't have a problem admitting that he was sexy.

What she had a damn problem with was the instant attraction she could feel sizzling to life, because she couldn't be looking at another man that way. Lord knew, she just couldn't.

"I'm assuming I'm allowed dance with you?" He spoke.

That voice: it had her stiffening at the vague familiarity of it, but deciding she had to be crazy for thinking of him now, she shrugged at the man instead of the 'fuck off' she wanted to hurl at him. She began moving her body to the beat again, hoping her movements weren't awkward.

"I see you're enjoying yourself." The stranger said, sounding amused.

The voice!

About half a foot taller than her five foot eight height, he wore well-worn denim jeans on top of which he had a long-sleeved, light-green unbuttoned shirt thrown over a white sleeveless, well-fitting shirt.

A simple style, but she'd never seen anyone pull it off better.

"And I see you are in your pervert mode and so have no problem with staring at a girl for five minutes straight." She mused, wishing she was as put off as her words suggested.