8
Everleigh
I surprise myself by what I’m about to say. I don’t know what the hell I’m doing, but I’ve known that I wanted him since we bumped shoulders at the bar today. I’ve always loved Michael’s books and I admire him as an author, but seeing those eyes and that face changed everything for me. It became real. I didn’t expect to feel this way, but it’s real and I’m not going to fight it.
“There’s a back door that leads to an alleyway which I saw someone go out of earlier,” I tell him. “It’s probably pretty abandoned back there. Know what I mean?”
He hesitates for a second, but only for a second.
“I know exactly what you mean,” he said. “Lead the way.”
I flag down the waitress and ask for a check. I throw some cash on the table and take him by the hand out the door, trying to be in
