CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
Bruce is kissing me and there is no part in me that is jumping around in excitement. There are absolutely no electric tingles, no butterflies or the toe curling sensation. None of it. All it feels is like just the softness of his lips touching mine. Nothing more. Or maybe I was not drunk enough. Even when he pulled away, I didn’t feel the urge of wanting a second round.
“Are you okay?” He asked above the loud music, a worried look dancing on his face.
I looked at him again and I saw was just a nice guy. Not exactly someone I wouldn’t want to get railed by. I forced a smile so he wouldn’t feel bad.
“Yeah. I’m fine. I think I’m going to get a drink,” I said, already turning to head to the bar counter.
“I’ll get a beer,” he said.
I was very much aware of the fact that
