Love You Always

“What do you want, little pixie?”

The woman's gaze finally darts over to me. She forces a smile. What the heck did I do to her?

“Are you okay?” I ask her.

“Drink?” She ignores my question.

“The pink drink in the martini glass.” She gives a small nod before turning to leave. Tomas drops down in his seat. I let out a small squeak when he pulls me down with him. I drop into his giant lap.

“You’re really big and I think that server hates me,” I inform him. This clubbing thing isn’t as easy as I thought it was going to be. No wonder Alyssa and I never did it before. I thought we’d easily blend in, but really we stand out like sore thumbs. Not that I care. I never really fit in. I am used to it.

“She hates me.” I settle into his lap, liking how I feel while being in it.

“What did you do to her?”

“Didn’t take her bait.” His eyes drift down my camisole. I reach over, pushing my fallen strap back up my arm. “Paint?”

I nod. I couldn’t get it out but I love this shirt. I didn’t think the small spots would be noticeable on the black fabric. “What bait?”

His hand comes to my stomach, his other wrapping around me as he pulls me close in a tight hold.

“She wanted me to take her home,” he answers. Right. This is a club. That’s what people do. Hook up. He is by far the sexiest man in here. I myself had wondered what it would feel like to kiss him. I couldn’t blame the women here for wondering some of those same things.

“You don’t want to take her home?” I find myself asking.

“I didn’t want to be here until a few minutes ago.” His hand slips under my tee, his fingers drifting back and forth on my skin. When I first spotted him I’d thought the same thing. He sat there playing on his phone, not paying attention to anything else. It gave my eyes time to trace all of the tattoos I could see without him noticing. That was until he lifted his head up, focusing his eyes right on me.

“Then why did you come?”

“Had to.”

“Me too. My friend is crushing on this guy.” I point to where they are. “I came as a wing woman. Is that what it’s called? Wing woman?”

“Jesus you’re fucking cute.” He keeps on smiling at me.

“Really? I was trying for sexy. I even put lipstick on.” I pucker my lips to show him. He licks his own as he stares at mine.

“You’re cute and sexy all rolled into one. I didn't know someone could be both.” My chest bubbles with excitement at his comments. I’m not sure what is happening here but I’m going to enjoy this moment. That’s what life’s about. You grab each moment before it can pass you by. Then you’re on to the next. Everything goes by so quickly that it’s important to take opportunities when they are presented to you. Because you may never have them again, causing you to have regrets. I don’t want this to be one of those times.

“You’re not bad yourself,” I admit as the server comes back, placing my drink on the table. She gives me another glare. I hold on tighter to Tomas and glare right back. He isn’t marked by another woman and that means he’s completely up for grabs. “Wait. You’re not married or anything, right?”

“No.” He shakes his head. “I’m not into the whole dating thing. I’m focused on my work. Regardless of how much people try to hook me up, I don’t do it.”

“So you just do the sex thing? Hook up?” I hate the jealousy that once again bubbles inside of me. I wouldn't mind hooking up with him. I’ve been hanging onto this V card for way too long now. By the way my body is reacting to him, it wants to give it to him on a silver platter.

“No. I don’t do that either.”

“Oh.” I scrunch my face, thinking about what that could mean.

“I’m going to kiss you.” Before his words fully settle in, his mouth is already on mine. I gasp in surprise, and his tongue steals the moment to cross over into my mouth. His warm taste fills me and I find myself kissing him back. I shift in his lap, wanting to deepen the kiss. My arms wrap around his neck as I push my body into his. My thighs have to spread wide to get over his as I straddle him, rocking to find the pressure my body is begging for.

“Jesus, Tomas. I didn't mean that you should hook up with a woman in the middle of the club.” Tomas shifts, putting me into the chair he was sitting in. I let out a whimper, not wanting to stop kissing him. I open my eyes that I must have closed when he kissed me, being lost in the moment. I can’t see anything. He’s standing in front of me, his back blocking everything out. I reach up to fix my glasses, hoping that will help.