Dean
"Oh dear! I am sorry... let me help you with that!" A man interrupts our conversation, but I don't understand what's going on, because I am focused on her... on how the light in her eyes instantly disappeared along with her sweet smile and good disposition. I curse inside my mind, fully convinced I've ruined the moment and I don't know how or why. I look up and only then I notice this late 40's geezer looking at her intently and suddenly pushes forward, between us to grab something from the bar, from the exact location where I was standing.
He acts quicker than me, obviously having the script right before his eyes, but not as fast as Emily. At this point I don't know if this girl is really smart, or she has lived though it all. In the next moment, Emily jumps off her stool and pushes her back into me. When her wet, yet hot body molds with mine, I instantly feel complete. My soul fills up, she fits perfectly there... under my chin. The sweet scent of her hair, instantly invades my nostrils and I explode internally in an euphoria of feelings. It feels like summer, like peaches and freshly baked cookies. Like hot tanned skin and the that good feeling you get, when school is over and there's no homework to be done. I feel my lower body starting to react, so I shift my weight leaning for those paper tissues and hand them to Emily, while I inform the guy. "I've got this!"
He briefly glares at me and doesn't say much beside of a grunt, then he moves away to his next target. I look down at Emily's wet back and the sight of it, is doing bad, bad things to me.
"Umm... I can't reach can you help me?"
"Sure" I say, then I gulp a mouthful of saliva and take the tissues from her hand and gently wipe the liquid that has lingered on those body parts of Emily, that every man in this bar is curious to touch. Me included.
"I think I need to go to the ladies room!" She says looking reluctant. I imagine she must be wary of that man and doesn't want to go alone, so I offer to go with her. "I'll walk you to the door?"
"Thank you!" She replies, lips curving up and the light in her eyes ignites again. Great! I am back in the game! I do a mental fist pump, then grab our drinks from the bar and guide her through the crowd. When she disappears through the ladies' corridor, I turn to look at the pair of eyes that stared at me the whole time I was here. My bother's Jacob. He flashes me his annoying wink and carries on serving the customers.
Minutes later, Emily returns to the same spot where we parted, and I point towards the darts playing area.
"Do you play darts?" I ask, noticing she was looking for a few good seconds, in that direction when we were talking at the bar.
"I would, if I knew how to!" She replies, and her response could not get any better.
"Well lucky you for meeting me tonight. I'll teach you!" I say, while she gives me one of those sweet smiles of hers. She pulls out her purse and I interrupt her saying again that "I've got this! Do you want another drink?" I ask, and she replies "Actually I was looking at those hot cheese pretzels earlier, they smell delicious!"
"And they taste delicious!" I reply and put an order through with Logan, the greatest chef this town has ever had. We both head to the darts playing area and occupy a table that has just been cleared.
"Are you a good player?" She asks, her smile looking like its just going to stay on for the rest of the night. I'll make sure of that. "I am fairly ok at it!" I respond while stretching my hand to collect a few darts from the tray.
"So how do you do this?"
"Well there are several ways to play. What do you want to learn?"
"The basics!"
I go on and explain the rules of the game and prepare to make a throw, showing her how to do it. I throw the dart and hit the line of the bullseye, feeling quite pleased with my self I turn to her and say.
"Don't feel intimidated, by my throw, I've always had steady hands!" I extend a dart to her, while she lets out a soft giddy chuckle and steps closer to me. Her proximity is making my blood boil. Emily picks the dart and our fingers touch for a fleeting second. I feel like I've been electrocuted.
Emily swivels on her heals throwing her dart in a fast, unprepared move. Well I shouldn't say unprepared because she hits the bullseye and leaves me instantly starstruck.