Please Don't Say It. Please Don't Say It.
Becca stared into Jameson’s eyes as she returned to the ground after her twirl. She closed her eyes, waiting, completely captured by the moment – or maybe it was the beer. Jameson was frozen, the bravado and swagger had completely disappeared. Oh, my God. She wants me to kiss her!
Sassy intervened, “Break it up, you two. I need to go powder my nose.”
Crap! Jameson thought. That’s girl speak for ‘You’ve been cockblocked.’
“Oh,” Becca replied, opening her eyes. “Yeah, well. Okay.”
As the girls walked away, Jameson noticed the sadistic grin on his friend’s face. He braced himself for the inevitable. Please don’t say it. Please don’t say it. Please don’t say it.
“Looks like somebody put Baby in a corner. Had the time of your life, have you?”
“Is that about it?” Jameson retorted, his cheeks absolutely burning.
“I know you weren’t the one who got Penny in trouble,” Paul smiled, evilly. “When I’m wrong I say I’m wrong. You looked wonderful out there.”
“One more.”
“One more dance?”
“I hate you.”