"Here," Tai says to me, her voice cutting through the chatter of the party as she hands me a cold beer. I can't help but offer her a grateful smile. "Thanks," I reply, the word laced with appreciation for the small act of kindness.
Taking a sip from the beer, I let the cold liquid wash away the lingering heat of the summer day. My gaze drifts around the backyard where the party is in full swing. Laughter, music, and the clinking of glasses create a lively atmosphere. But amidst the crowd, my eyes lock onto Shauna, who stands out like a star in the night sky.
I observe as Shauna seems to be engrossed in watching me, her attention seemingly immune to Randy Walsh's increasingly futile attempts at getting into her pants. He leans in, trying to catch her attention, but she remains distant and unresponsive, her focus entirely on me.
Her gaze flits back and forth between me and Tai, almost as if she's calculating something. It's only when our eyes meet that she shows a hint of a smile, yet her intense gaze never wavers. A surge of flattery mixed with anticipation courses through me, and I can't help but feel a fluttering in my stomach.
Suddenly, Shauna straightens her posture, her demeanor shifting. She politely extricates herself from Randy's persistent advances, a brief apologetic smile directed his way before she starts making her way toward her parked car. Her actions are deliberate, calculated, and impossible to ignore.
Instinctively, I decide to follow her, curiosity overpowering any hesitation. I settle into the passenger seat of her car just as she slides into the driver's seat. Her car is parked away from the party so we don't have to worry about prying eyes.
"You make it very obvious," I say playfully, my lips curving into a teasing grin.
Shauna's eyes briefly meet mine before she looks down at her lap, a shy smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Do I?" Her voice holds a touch of uncertainty, but her eyes betray the truth as they flicker back up to meet mine.
I nod, my smile widening as I lean back in the seat, the tension between us thickening. "You won't take your eyes off me, especially when Randy's doing his best to get into your pants."
A soft chuckle escapes her, and her cheeks take on a subtle rosy hue. "Well, he's not my girlfriend. You are, so the only person I want in my pants is you."
My gaze briefly shifts to the window, the twinkling lights from the party casting a warm glow. But it's her eyes that draw me back, magnetic and intense.
"Get in the backseat,"
