Ghost's Dream Book

Will I Ever See You Again? Part 3; Flirty Hands

Word Count ~ 981

The time is now midnight. My parents are asleep in the bed that they share. I'm seated across from them on my own bed, still fully dressed. I'm preparing myself to commit to Noah's invitation. "Stay out with me." The memory of his voice rings in my ears.
Hmmm okay so, stay here and listen to my parents harmonizing in snores, or meet up with an attractive male? Second one for the win.
Noah, and I agreed to meet up at the spot we met at midnight. I'm sure he's there now. I could just let my folks know I'm going to hang out with a friend, but then I'd have to hear their mouths. "The white boy huh?" "Don't wanna have to hurt his parents." "Y'all better behave. You end up pregnant, it's your ass." You know, dramatic shit. I roll my eyes just imagining them. I'd rather just go, and come back before they know it. My parents always sleep throughout the night, so I'm confident it'll be fine.

I make my way down to where Noah is waiting. My feet moving quicker the more excited I get. Gladly. I'll gladly spend time with him. I finally reach the spot, and there Noah is looking out into the water again.
"I'm startin' to think you might jump." I say playfully as Noah turns to find me walking up. He immediately smiles. "Not unless you fall in. Then I'd have to save you." He jokes back. I blush. "Did you have to sneak out?" I question, looking up into his eyes. "Hardly. My parents got so wasted at the restaurant that they knocked out as soon as we got back to the room." He says laughing and shaking his head. "Did you ?" "My folks were callin' hogs so I just left." I say rolling my eyes. Noah gives me a questionable expression. "What the hell does that mean?" He questions. I laugh. " Ah. Sorry. Southern folk talk. It means they were snorin'." Noah laughs. He grabs my hand. "Let's go." He says, playfully dragging me through dancing people.

My shorter legs struggle to keep up with his longer ones as we slither our way around the boat. Where is he taking me?
"Here we are!" He says in a sing songy voice. I look in front of him and spot the bar. Huh? I look at him with one brow raised. "The bar?" I ask him. He smiles deviously. "Hey, did you forget we're underaged?" I laugh. "Well, Noah is. But, not Ryan Anderson." He says flashing me a fake ID. My mouth drops. I like him. "Okay, but what about me?" I ask pointing to my face. "You can sit over there. I'll order drinks, and bring some to you." He says pointing to a booth in the corner of the bar. I flash a big, bright smile. "Say no more." I say before strutting my way to the table.

I watch as the bartender carelessly glances at Noah's-, I mean Ryan's fake ID. Before I know it, he makes his way over to the booth with two cups of alcohol. He sits down next to me , with a smug grin on his face. I smile, and nudge him. "I would definitely hangout with you back at home." I say taking a cup from him. "I'd hang out with you anywhere." He says in a low tone, as he stares into my eyes. I feel butterflies in my stomach. I shift awkwardly in my seat, and place the cup to my mouth. The drink was strong, and burned my throat as I swallowed. I quickly downed the intoxicating liquid, and sat the cup down. Noah's eyes got big. He picked up my empty cup, and looked inside. His eyes made their way to my face with a look of disbelief. I shrugged. "I'm from Texas, remember. I'm Texas strong." He nods. "I have to keep you around." He says before downing his own drink. He gets up to get two more drinks.

"Shut up. You did not!" I nearly yell as I giggle. Noah and I, are a few more drinks in. We definitely feel the effect. "I did! I had to. We won't speak of this again." He says cackling as he rests his head back on the booth. I take the chance to admire his chiseled jawline. I don't know if it's the liquor, but he seems even more attractive right now. I just can't help myself when my hand reaches up to caress his jawline. Noah lowers his head back down, and his darkened eyes make contact with my hooded ones. His eyes began wandering all over my face before he speaks. "You really are beautiful, you know that?" I felt the blush creeping into my cheeks. I don't answer. I'm too much in a trance of this man's dreamy eyes. I finally remove my hand from his face. I feel his body slide closer to mine in the dim lit room. His hand rests on my knee as he looks down at my slightly opened lips. He leans into me, as my heart flips in my chest. His lips ghost over mine before we hear a loud voice. "Ladies and gentlemen, it is now two am which means the bar is closing." We pull away from each other as the owner of the bar interrupts us. We both giggle when we look back at each other again. We almost just kissed.
"Are you done for the night?" He asks me, with a frown on his face. I shake my head. "Not quite. I kinda don't want this night to end yet." I admit. He smiles as he stands and helps me out from the booth. "It doesn't have to." He says as we leave the bar, lust still written in his eyes.