Overtime: A NFL Romance

23: Birthday Dance

I told Amber I didn't want to do anything for my birthday this year. I don't think she listened because I'm currently blindfolded, walking down the streets of Nashville in a dress and heels.

I should have brought a jacket. I'm freezing. The cold hit out of nowhere. I swear it was still summer yesterday, and now it's winter.

I kept tripping over my feet, but Riley assured me we were only a block away. They should have just carried me or something. Make take a car? Something easier?

I wore the cutest gold sequin mini dress with matching gold pumps. My hair was curled, and I was loving my birthday so far. I woke up in Miles's bed, and he made me breakfast. He loved on me for at least an hour and then gave me a beautiful gold pendant necklace, which I'm wearing now.

He is literally so perfect.

He dropped me off at my apartment, and I spent the rest of the night with my best friends. Except for the fact Emma and Amber won't speak to each other. It's getting so damn annoying.

We were all buzzed on wine, but I made sure not to drink it from a bottle and only had one large glass full before we left. I wasn't even paying attention to the turns we took down the streets, so I had no clue where we were. It's quieter than Broadway but still loud.

My feet hurt.

"Okay, Juju, we have arrived! But you still can't take your blindfold off."

I groan, hoping the blindfold wasn't smudging my makeup. "I hate you guys."

We walk inside a building and are immediately greeted by the warmth of the building. It reeked of cigarettes. Are we at Coyote Ugly? It smelled the exact same, except it was quiet here.

They sat me down in a plush chair, which felt almost familiar. I think I've been here before. "Jules, what drink do you want?" Emma asks.

I shrug, "Surprise me. I feel like trying something new."

Amber snorts, "What the hell haven't you tried? You can literally taste different brands of tequila."

"I don't know. Just mix a bunch of shit," I laugh.

"What, did you wish for alcohol poisoning for your birthday?" Riley asks. I knew she was joking by the sound of her voice.

"I told you that I felt like trying something new. Haven't done that before."

There are voices in the background, and I'm getting anxious about not being able to see. What the hell is going on?

"Here, Jules," Emma says, grabbing my hand and wrapping my fingers around the glass.

I pull it towards me, trying to find the straw. "Help," I call out. Emma laughs, pressing the straw up against my lips. I took a sip, tasting the liquor mixed with whatever she told the bartender. It was surprisingly good. Fruity, which I loved. "What is it?" I ask, taking another sip.

"I panicked. It's a tequila sunrise. First thing I could think of."

I laugh as Amber says, "Alright, are we ready?" She pauses, "Hit the music." As on cue, Pony by Ginuwine plays through the speakers. Alright, I need this blindfold off.

I gasp, there's no way. I tear the blindfold off, not caring if I wasn't supposed to. I opened my eyes to the strip club I had been seated at just months before when I met Miles for the first time at Amber's party. I'm sitting in the front row, inches from the stage.

Instead of a woman on the stage, it's my boyfriend. He is dressed in a sweatsuit and hat. He walks down the runway, eyes only on me as he strips his jacket off. Oh my God, he's doing the scene. He's doing the scene. No way he practiced this. I will scream.