"All right," I responded, feeling as if my heart was about to burst in my chest. I was doing this. I was going over to James's house to hook up. After all that time spent mooning over him – not to mention touching myself thinking about him – this was really happening. “See you then.”
I felt him stare at me as I turned to walk away, staring at my ass as I walked. I swished it a little more for him. Putting up a little show for him. Of course, I almost tripped in my high heels, so I grabbed the closest bar stool for support and hoped he wouldn't notice.
I told my friends I'd met someone – an old friend. He was an old friend – sort of. If you really stretched the definition of friendship, anyway. I told them I was going to hang out with him for a while and that they should just go back to
