Chapter 20“Darts?” I said, following Rocco into the bar area, standing ten feet from the dartboard amid booths and tables set up for the dinner hour.
“Pool, too,” he said. “We can’t leave without hitting a few balls.”
“Balls are my specialty.”
“Mine too.” Rocco stood behind me, aiming one of the four darts at the back wall, his sugary breath from the cherry soda warm on my neck, our sneakers brushing against each other as if he was leading me into line dancing.
Our arms interlocked, Rocco curled his hand over mine, telling me how to position my feet and body correctly. I was instantly aroused by his closeness.
“If you get any closer to him, you’ll be in his pants,” Nick Savage said, lumbering out of the unisex restroom around the corner, zipping up his fly and smirking.
I wished Nick
