I was relieved when we were called to order and the evening began. At least it meant Ash’s attention was on the stage and not Isaac. The host was well-known television comic David O’Connor. I watched Ash as she sat engaged by his introduction, laughing at his jokes about how boring lawyers were.
She leaned into me. “It’s like he knows you,” she said, giggling.
Was that what she thought of me? A boring old lawyer? We had fun together, didn’t we? I knew I always had fun when I was with her, but maybe the feeling wasn’t mutual.
“I’m not that dull, am I?” I asked. To be heard over the chatter and the comedy act, I shifted my chair closer to hers. I got a waft of her familiar perfume again as I dipped my head to her ear. I reached across and moved her hair from her neck, exposing her delicate skin. Her eyes flitted to mine, and I thought I could see a blush color her cheek. I shouldn’t be touching her like that. It wasn’t something we did. I mean, we hugged and comforted each other, but we’d never touched in a way that was undeniably . . . sexual.
It felt forbidden.
She leaned away from me, and my stomach flipped at the thought I’d stepped over some line that we’d created decades before.
Ashleigh
My skin burned beneath the skim of Luke’s fingers across my neck. Had he meant to touch me like that?
It had been a bad idea, coming tonight. I needed space, but I couldn’t ever say no to him. I didn’t need to be reminded of how much he made me laugh, how I could just be me around him, and how he seemed to like it. I certainly didn’t need to be reminded about how good he looked in a tux. Some guys could just pull that off, and he was one of them. His frame was tall and broad, like something out of a Tom Ford advert—it was built to wear a tux. It should be mandatory for men like him. When I’d first seen him tonight I couldn’t help but straighten his already straight bow tie. However much I resisted, I was drawn to him.
The guy on the other side of me, Isaac, was being very attentive and I was trying to concentrate on what he was saying. He was attractive, though not as naturally handsome as Luke. I let myself enjoy his attention a little. I tried to focus on him rather than Luke, who was sitting so close to me, looking like he did, feeling like he did.
“How long have you been with Luke?” Isaac topped up my wine glass. I was already light-headed. I shouldn’t drink anymore.
I smiled. “We’re not together. We’re old friends.” He sees me as a sister, I almost said. But I didn’t feel like his sister, and he hadn’t touched me in a brotherly way.
“So you’re doing him a favor by being here. That’s nice of you. He’s a lucky guy. And a stupid one, if you’ve only ever been friends.”
“Luke isn’t stupid, but we’ve only ever been friends. And hey, it’s not such a big favor. I’m having a nice evening.”
“Well, he’s done me a huge favor, introducing me to you. I feel like the luckiest man here tonight, sitting next such a beautiful girl.”
I smiled. Isaac had a few cheesy lines, but they very obviously covered up a sweet guy. I’d dated a lot worse.
“Are you seeing anyone?” Isaac asked. I felt Luke’s hand on my thigh, as if he wanted to interrupt.
“I just broke up with my boyfriend a couple of weeks ago,” I replied. “Excuse me,” I said as I turned to Luke.
He was frowning at me as I looked at him. “You split with Richard?” he asked. “Why didn’t you say anything?”
“Because last time I saw you, you told me you and Emma were finished, and my breakup didn’t seem very significant. I forgot.”
“Nothing that happens in your life is insignificant to me.” My stomach tilted at his words. I wished he meant them differently. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine. We weren’t right.” I had barely thought about Richard since the last time I’d seen him.
“You ended it?” he asked.
“Yeah. I didn’t see any point in staying together if I knew we weren’t really suited.”
“He wasn’t the one?” His eyes fixed on mine.
I blinked then held his gaze. “No.” It was almost a whisper.
Luke’s brow creased and he looked away. “Do you think I should have ended things with Emma sooner?”
I shrugged. “Only you know that.”
“But you know me better than almost anyone,” he said, and for a moment I wished it weren’t the case. It would be so much easier if he were just my best friend’s brother.
“That may be true, but I don’t know what you want in a woman. I don’t know what holds your attention.” I was playing with fire.
His gaze drifted to my lips and then back to my eyes. I could see words start to run through his head—they had almost left his mouth when our table erupted with applause. The people we were seated with, including Isaac, were hugging each other and clapping their hands together. I glanced back to Luke, who was being slapped on the back by a guy on the table next to ours. They must have won.
Champagne corks started popping and Isaac thrust a drink into my hand. He clinked my glass. “This turned out to be a great evening. Maybe you’re my lucky charm.” he said. “I shouldn’t let you out of my sight.”
I smiled at him. “So, what happens now? People just get drunk? Or should I say drunker?”
“That and some dancing. Tell me you’ll dance with me when the band starts?” he asked.
“I’m not much of a dancer. We’ll see.”
“Sounds like a promise to me,” he replied. “Excuse me for a moment, I’ve just seen someone I need to say hello to.” Isaac left the table.
I felt a hand on my upper arm, and I turned toward Luke. “You seem to have made quite the impression on him,” he said, his gaze sweeping between my eyes and my lips. I didn’t know how to respond. “But don’t dance with him,” he said softly.
It felt heavy between us, as if there were words all around us that we weren’t saying. I needed air. I needed us back. I raised my eyebrows. “You don’t want me to dance? Afraid I’ll embarrass you?” I asked, playfully elbowing him in the waist, trying to dispel the tension between us, surrounding us, encircling us.
The band started up with a slow, soulful song that seemed slightly at odds with the party atmosphere in the room.
“No, it’s not that. I just . . . I just don’t want you to. If you’re going to dance with anyone, it should be me.”
I tried to keep my smile even. “What do you mean ‘should’?”
“I don’t know.” He held out his hand, and I took it tentatively. “Come on,” he said as he led me across the room to the dance floor.
I’d never danced with Luke. Come to think of it, I couldn’t remember the last time I’d slow danced with a guy. High school, probably. I wasn’t sure I could remember how. Thankfully, the dance floor quickly became busy, and Luke guided us through the couples to the far end, away from the tables.
“So, how do we do this?” he asked as we stood facing each other.
I laughed, relaxing at the fact that his thoughts were so similar to my own. “I really have no idea. We can go and sit back down if you like.”
He bent to hear me, and his hands circled my waist. Sparks went off across my body. I reached up, pushing my palms up his chest to his shoulders.
“No,” he said. “I want to dance with you.”
He watched my face for reaction but I looked away. I couldn’t let him see that I wanted to dance with him too. His hands slid up my back and he pressed me against him. My heart was racing; I wasn’t used to this amount of physical contact with him. My whole body was touching his as we swayed in time to the music.
Luke bent his head to my ear so our cheeks were touching. “Are we doing this right?” he asked.
I didn’t know how to respond.
“It feels right,” he said.
It felt too good. I shouldn’t have let this situation get so out of hand. I had had far too much to drink and now I was here, in Luke’s arms, tricking myself into thinking what I was feeling was mutual. I should stop, push him away. I should go home. At the end of this dance, that’s what I would do. I had spent the last few months trying to close off my heart to Luke, and doing a pretty good job, and now here he was opening up old wounds.