“Yeah?” I met his blue eyes, cautiously interlocked with mine.
“I meant it in that way.” His words did something to my stomach that I couldn’t comprehend. He was looking in my eyes and I was watching his blue eyes get clearer as he leaned away. He smoothly pulled out his left hand from his jeans and took my left sweaty palm in his. “Hold on to this tight, mama. You’ll need it.” We stumbled back into the overflowing booze night.
A few hours later, we were leaning in on his leather couch in the living room and talking, with an olive martini in my hand.
I found out that Cassiel also knows how to make a solid martini. My senses were dull and alert all at the same time. I was tipsy but more confident like I could open up my heart and give it to him if he asked for it. If he dared to ask.
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