Eight Years

Present

"Do you remember the time my mom came home early while we were watching a movie on our couch?" I ask after a couple rounds of drinks and stories from the past.

A smile flashes on Jaxon's face as he looks at the empty glass in his hand. "I don't remember watching the movie much. I don't think I can even remember what it was about."

Giggling, I down the last few drops of whiskey in my glass. When mom opened the front door and saw Jaxon laying on top of me, both of us practically eating the other's faces, she let out a scream and ran back outside, slamming the door shut after her.

After that Jaxon quickly jumped off of me, so embarrassed that he couldn't even meet her eyes when I got her back inside. He just gathered his stuff as fast as possible and left with a quick peck onto my cheek, telling me that he'd call later.

"What about when while dancing at prom, you stabbed my feet like a million times with your heels, causing me to have multiple bruises and difficulties walking the next day?"

"You're lying, I don't remember stepping onto your feet even once," I say, pointing a finger at his face.

His eyes narrow on me. "I'm pretty sure my shoes had holes in them after it."

I shrug and look down at the glass while swirling it around in my hand. "You could've just told me, and maybe I would've watched more where I was stepping."

"A gentleman sucks it up and lets the girl have fun."

I'm about to open up my mouth to argue, but then recognize the song playing, and jump up from the stool. "Let's go dance," I say, slowly backing away to the small dancefloor area in the middle of the place.

But Jaxon shakes his head. "I don't dance."

"You did at prom." I wiggle my brows at him, trying to win him over, but he just gives me a half-lidded look and leans against the bar.

"That was eight years ago, Barry. The first and the last time. Never did it before, and most certainly never doing it again."

I roll my eyes at him before trying to rack my brain for any dance moves. Oh, I do the robot, bending over just slightly and swinging my forearm back and forth.

Next thing, a wave. Stretching my arms to the sides, I make a wave with them, getting a laugh from Jax.

The song changes to something slower and sexier and so not my style, but I've decided to let loose tonight and have fun. So what if I totally embarrass myself in front of my ex and the first love of my life?

My hips swing with the music, and just like the girl a few feet away from me does, I throw my hair over my shoulder and run my hands down my body. I watch what she does while her boyfriend watches next to her, and do the same.

I probably look like I'm humping an imaginary tree, but who cares? Definitely not me and my slightly intoxicated mind!

The girl notices me watching her and moves over to me, swaying her hips side to side in front of me, she lowers down to a squat, her hands running down the sides of my body. She turns around to face away from me, and straightens her legs, getting back up by pressing her ass to my front.

She reaches around to grab the back of my neck and brings her lips to my ear. "Interested in a little fun?" she asks, glancing at her boyfriend while grinding herself against me.

Knowing what she means, I shake my head. "Sorry, I already have some company." Who's eyes I've been feeling on me this whole time.

She places a wet kiss onto my jaw before her boyfriend pulls her away. "Too bad," she says to me before disappearing around a corner.