Saz sits a few steps away from me, my s*x on the beach swirling in his right hand. His normal suit and jacket combo have been swapped out for a pair of dark blue jeans and a black tank top. One of his black sneakers sits perched on the bottom rung of the stool. His typical high school go to. Down to the tousled hair. My heart is going to explode. Maybe I can sneak past him out the front door…
I freeze as he spots me in the crowd. His eyes trail up my bare legs past my denim shorts and lands on my woven bralet. I might as well be naked. So much for my stealth plans.
He holds up the glass with a shaky hand, inviting me over. I cross through the rest of the crowd and sit next to him. Trev leans on the edge of the bar chatting it up with a big-lipped redhead. Two for two tonight.
“Fancy se
