Two Night Stand

Chapter 12

"I weep because you cannot
save people. You can
only love them."
- Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life

     As he gets up, our eyes immediately meet.

I have to look up, however, because he really is that tall.

I don't think that I could even press my lips against his collarbone without standing on my tiptoes.

Not that I would want to press my lips there. Or anywhere.

I can't see clearly what color his eyes are, but they are big and he has long eyelashes. His hair is falling into his face. As he opens his mouth I see one of the most perfect teeth I have ever seen. And those lips.

His face is striking, with a chiseled jawline however softened by the warmth and confusion of his expression.

Oh my..

"I think she said that she is not interested!" He shouts at the bartender making all three of us surprised, himself included, since it looks like he regrets his decision right after.

"Whatever man!" The bartender yells back at him, but finally steps away.

The guy lifts up his hands and mouths "sorry" to me, before sitting back down.

Oh, you are so coming home with me!

I take the initiative and move two seats closer to him, so that now we really are sitting next to each other.

His eyes shoot up and he looks alarmed.

"I don't know why I did that. I never do stuff like that." He shrugs his shoulders while I just take in his face now that I am closer.

He looks like he could be a prince.

"I am so sorry if I ruined something for you!" He is trying to put his hair back in place, but they just keep falling right back down.

When I open my mouth to speak, he blurts out again: "Maybe you are into that stuff or something and I just am a total idiot."

I put my finger to my lips. His eyes dart down to where my finger is and it makes both of us look away, however he is not anxiously talking anymore.

"You actually saved me there." I give him a smile.

A real smile. Very big one, as well.

Actually I don't think that I ever stop smiling.

"Oh!" He smiles back, but only for like a second, because his eyes are back down, looking at his coffee. "Sorry.." He blurts out once again.

"You're the driver tonight?" I ask, pointing to the coffee, trying to break the ice a little.

I can't help but wonder if he thinks that I look like a beast and that's why he doesn't really want to speak to me.

I don't know why exactly it matters that much to me.

"No, no!" He chuckles, "well, actually, that really depends on how the night goes."

"I'm here for my friend!" He then says and points to a guy in the crowd who is talking to a blonde girl. They are slightly dancing to the music. More like shaking their heads.

"Threesome?" I try to tease, but he looks terrified as soon as he hears me.

I almost get up and leave.

What the fuck, Hazel?

"Not really my thing." He shrugs his shoulders once again.

A very long moment of silence passes between us.