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UNDER MY SKIN
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four. slugger
Sam wasn't one to dress up, but that night before she made her way towards the bar she had put some thought into her appearance. Aspen had convinced her to wear a dress, it was black and flowy, it showed off her smooth legs, and it pushed her boobs up - she had a nice chest. Abby had curled her hair and Charlie had done her makeup, and she pulled on her new boots.
She was nervous. She wasn't sure what to expect when she saw Tyler, especially now that she wasn't sure what they were. They were still friends, that was for sure, but were they more?
She didn't think it was possible.
She was on the road for work and, as far as she knew, he was still in school and killing it.
As she stepped into the bar, her arm looped with Aspen's, who had slipped into a tight, red dress, all of her worries melted away. Her eyes almost instantly landed on Tyler's, like he had been watching the door just waiting for her to walk through it.
His eyes left hers and panned down her body almost hungerly, before he met her gaze again, his tongue swiping across his bottom lip.
"I assume that's Owens," Aspen mused, watching as he devoured Sam with his eyes.
"Yep."
"Wow."
"Yep." Sam just nodded because, well, he looked... wow.
"We need drinks," Aspen b-lined for the bar, pulling Sam with her. She ordered two beers, and turned to scan the crowd of dancing drunk people as she sipped on her beer. And at her side, Sam sipped on her own beer, but her eyes kept traveling back to the table Tyler sat at with Boone.
"You can go, if you want." Aspen gave her a knowing smirk, but it faded when she glanced over to see a leggy blonde plop down next to the cowboy. Her shirt was tight, her shorts tiny, and her lips were a bright red. "Fuckin' buckle bunnies."
