I look over at her friend, who currently has her arms crossed over her chest and rolls her eyes at something Walker said.
“Do you think your friend would like one?”
“I’m sure she’d appreciate that.”
“Make that two,” I say to the waitress, then hold up my glass, “and I’ll take another.”
Once the waitress leaves, I adjust my body on the couch so I’m facing Eva. Our legs touch, and my body heats up, but I do my best to ignore it.
“What’s up with Jessie and your brother? Why do they seem like they hate each other?”
“Ugh, I don’t know. She’s so weird when it comes to Walker. She claims it’s because she thinks he sold out for the money, but I think there’s more to the story.”
Sawyer takes a seat on the other side of Eva. “Eva, funny seeing you here.”
She offers him a smile. “I hear you are in the market for an easy hookup.”
His head falls back as he laughs loudly. “I wouldn’t say it like that. I just wanted to loosen up for a change. These guys always want to go to a stuffy bar with old, boring men who talk work.”
Eva glances at me. “That sounds like Roman.”
I roll my eyes. “It beats a place like this.”
“Hey,” Eva sings. “Sometimes, it’s fun to let loose and dance. You can’t always take life so seriously.”
Walker and Jessie join us once the drinks are delivered. We sit down for a while and attempt to talk over the music. After a while, Sawyer whispers something in Eva’s ear.
She shrugs her shoulders and stands up. “We’re going to the dance floor,” she announces.
Walker looks over at Sawyer. “Be careful, dude,” he warns.
Sawyer waves him off. “We’re going to dance. Chill out.”
Everyone else gets back to the conversation, but all I can do is survey the dance floor from my seat. They start off dancing innocently. Sawyer keeps his distance while they laugh and dance together a couple of feet apart.
Then the song changes, and they get closer. She moves her body more sensually, and his hand falls to her hip.
In the grand scheme of things, it’s pretty innocent compared to the way others are dancing, but it sparks the familiar rage I felt earlier when I thought Jessie was a guy.
My hand tightens around my glass. I should look away, but it’s impossible. Sawyer’s body moves with hers in perfect rhythm. They are laughing and talking as they dance. I’ve never wanted to punch my friend’s face in before, but the urge at the moment is strong.
When they continue dancing into the next song, I decide that I’ve had enough. I put my drink down on the table and stand up. No one seems to notice that I walk away. Neither of them notices me as I approach. I punch his arm and motion for him to move.
Instead of calling me on my possessive behavior, he puts his hands up in defeat and backs away. Eva’s ivory face has a rose flush on her cheekbones, but she doesn’t look too pleased.
“What was that for?” she shouts angrily.
I close the distance between the two of us, grab her hand, and spin her around, then pull her back against me. “It’s my turn,” I whisper in her ear.
I can feel the movement of her body as it shivers against mine. I’m pleased to know that she has that kind of reaction to me. I might not be able to have her in the way I want, but if dancing is a way I can get my hands on her, I’ll take it.
I move her farther out onto the dance floor until I’m sure no one can see us. My hands find her hips and squeeze as I start to help her move back and forth, but I feel her resistance.
She looks over her shoulder up at me. “I thought we were just friends.”
“We are. So are you and Sawyer, right? We’re just dancing.”
With that, she turns around and lets her body feel the music. I don’t know what the hell happens next, but all I can gather is that I completely lose control.