I felt something inside of me break away and I had no idea what it was or if I even wanted to stop it. I knew that I should have though. Something about her made a thousand bells go off in my head. Unlike Luke, these bells seemed to be an alert instead of a warning. But when someone alerts you isn’t it often to warn you of some danger?

She turned back to me. "And who’s this?" She asked in a low raspy sexy voice. She didn’t shout over the music and I heard every word. Boz was shouting to be heard but her voice came directly to me. I loved her voice. Wait. What was I saying?

What was I THINKING? A girl…female…someone with boobs….but it didn’t seem to make a difference to my body. I was getting hot just looking at her. I lowered my eyes and hoped that no one noticed. I didn’t look up again, not even when Glen introduced me to her.

She reached out her hand and I mirrored her. Good thing no flammable drinks were in the immediate vicinity. Her eyes glanced at our joined hands. She felt it too. I didn’t want to look up, I kept my eyes down and hoped that she’d let go even as I thought about where I’d like that hand to be, what I’d like it to touch.

I felt her fingers on my chin, and then my eyes were on hers again. "A pleasure to meet you Spencer." She smiled that smirking smile again and Glen looked at Boz with a raised eyebrow and frowned at us, but it didn’t phase us. Glen placed his arm around my shoulder and Ashley stepped back. Our hands fell apart. Mine slipped around my drink. Hers hung on the side of her jeans, a finger hooked into a loop. Lucky loop.
The absence of her touch felt as if someone had stole the oxygen from the room.