“You’re telling me your entire body smells like this?” I asked.
“I would think so.”
A feeling that I didn’t know rolled through me, making me need to sit back up and roll my shoulders to hide the shake of them. I couldn’t say anything, my throat tight and my body nearly shaking as I tried to calm whatever strange feeling was growing in the pit of my stomach.
It seemed like an hour went by as we sat there together before I leaned back in, not able to help myself from getting closer again. “These people are wild, and I don’t mean in the way I am. Are those two fighting over that guy?”
Her eyes followed mine until she saw the two girls yelling at each other. I couldn’t hear what all they were saying, but she seemed to know already. “Oh, yeah. They are constantly fighting over the same guy. Always a different guy, but they are fighting over one.”
“Is that what you do?”
“No. I’m more of a one guy kind of girl, and not a guy who would entertain another girl.”
“Ahh, but somehow Dean made the cut?” She was so close, and all I wanted to do was sit here, whispering to her all night. “Fuck, you really do smell amazing.”
It was the smell. It was getting to my head and drawing me in. It had nothing to do with her, just the scent.
“For someone who doesn’t want to touch me, you sure are getting close.”
“Sorry,” I said, pulling back hard. She was right. I always kept my distance, and here I was, leaning back into her.
“No, I didn’t say I had an issue with it.” The small smile reached her eyes, her amusement with this clear. I couldn’t imagine she knew what was wrong with me, but now I was questioning if she found out somehow.
We watched as a girl got up on the table in front of us and started dancing. Daisy watched her and sighed.
“Do you have a problem with her up there?” I asked.
“No.”
“Then why the huffing about it?”
“Because sometimes I wonder what it’s like to be able to do that, and not care what everyone else in the room is thinking. She doesn’t care if we are judging or enjoying it. She doesn’t care what we are thinking, she cares that she is having fun.”
“Oh, so you are jealous of her, then?”
Her eyes flew to me as though I said something terrible.
“I am not jealous.”
“But you are? You want to be doing that and not caring what people think about it.”
She was quiet, her eyes not leaving mine. “Maybe.”
“Then go.”
“Go what?”
“Get up there and do exactly what you want to be doing.”
“What would people say about me doing that?”
“They will say, wow, look at her having fun. I better not say shit or her…boyfriend,” I said, smirking, “will kick my ass.” I pulled out a cigarette and rolled it through my fingers. I needed something, anything, to keep me from testing out touching her again.
“You think you can kick anyone’s ass and that gives you a free pass to do whatever you want?”
“I think if you’re scary enough, people will think twice about sharing their stupid thoughts out loud. Who cares what they think? Do their thoughts change your life?”
“They could.”
“Then they have too much power over your life. Do what you want tonight. If anyone says shit, it gives me an excuse to get into a fight.”
“You really like fighting, don’t you?”
I held out my hand, my knuckles still red and puffy from a fight two nights ago.
“Go,” I demanded.
Daisy rolled her eyes, but got up and headed towards the girl on the table. I didn’t take Daisy for the partying type, but there she was, letting the girl pull her up onto the table along with her.
I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. She was smiling so hard, it had to hurt.
Another song came on and she kept moving. Her eyes would find mine here and there, apparently making sure I didn’t leave, but there was nowhere else I could think I wanted to be. I couldn’t move, every part of me frozen as I watched her move. The same heat flowed through my veins again, warming every part of me until I felt lighter. It felt like a high, the warm, tingling sensation leaving my head feeling a little lighter.
A guy came up, standing in front of me and blocking my view of her. The heat was immediately replaced with rage. It was clear I had been looking at her. I kicked at the back of his leg, hitting it once and planning to do it harder if he didn’t get the hint.
I wasn’t going to miss a second of Daisy on that fucking table.
He finally saw me, his eyebrows shooting up, and the way his eyes narrowed a bit to let me know he wasn’t a fan of mine. When I looked at his shirt, I knew why.
