"That Blake guy hasn't stopped looking over here all night," Jimmy said.
"Shut up, Jimmy. He's not interested," I said nudging hi, and taking a swig of my drink.
"Are you blind? You should see the way he looks at you during rehearsals. And don't get me started on how you watch him when he walks by you."
"I do not!" I lied, my face reddening. I risked a glance. There he was, swaying to the music. Drinking. Laughing. He caught my eye briefly, and smiled. Oh god, he smiled. I turned my gaze to the floor, suddenly intrigued by the patterns the strobe lights were casting.
Jimmy grinned knowingly. "So you're saying you aren't interested?"
"I never said that."
"Okay, then you won't mind what I'm about to do," Jimmy said simply.
I was startled for a second, not sure what to expect. Jimmy had walked away quickly and was making his way to Blake. I felt my stomach sink when they started talking and Blake looked my way. I turned away, trying to find something to keep me from looking like a complete fool.
"Shit," I whispered as Jimmy started back towards me, Blake following him.
When they'd returned, Jimmy threw his arms around our shoulders, "Well, I think this is as good a time as any to properly introduce you two. Kyle, Blake. Blake, Kyle." He paused, craned his neck, as though someone had called his name—though it was obvious no one had. "Coming Karen!" he winked at me and strolled away in mock urgency.
"I'm sorry about him, he's always trying to—" I began.
"No, no it's cool," he said, his voice sweet with a subtle rasp.
I sipped my drink, "So, um, you do the lighting in the show, right?"
"Yeah. I've been working at the theatre for five years now. This is the first show I've gotten to take the lead on. Lighting wise, I mean." He was looking down, with his hands in his pocket. Either he was nervous too, or wasn't interested. I was praying it wasn't the latter.
"Congratulations," I said, timidly.
He took a big gulp of his drink and then looked me dead in the eye. I fixed my gaze on those vibrant blue eyes, and then he spoke:
"Listen, Kyle, I don't want to be to forward, but I think you're really hot and I can't take my eyes off you during rehearsal." He was talking fast, like he was trying to get it all out, "I think you're really talented and I'm so into y—"
I cut him off; I grabbed him by the neck and pulled him in for a kiss. He tensed, and then melted into the embrace. I parted my lips and his slipped his tongue onto mine.
I gasped, our tongues passing over each other. "Somebody's good at this," I panted, coming up for air.
"Oh yeah," he grinned seductively and kissed me more passionately, more forcefully. I moaned and pulled his hips forward so that they were touching mine. He placed one hand on my shoulder, and another on my cheek. His touch was smooth, soothing.
People had started to look, shooting looks ranging from encouraging to scandalized. I placed my hand on his chest, reluctantly pulled away and looked up into his eyes, "You should call me sometime," I said, passing my hand trying to fix my now ruffled hair. I handed him my phone, and he did the same. We programmed the numbers and swapped back.
"That was…you were," he stammered.
"Shh, I know," I joked. He laughed.
"Now that we're, um, acquainted, how about we go out for coffee after rehearsal tomorrow?" He was smiling widely, and it was because of me.
"I'd like that, a lot."
He checked his phone, "It's late, I better go. See you tomorrow."
Before he could turn and go, I grabbed him by the neck and pulled him in for a kiss, biting his lip gently when he pulled away. "See you tomorrow."
When the door had closed behind him, Jimmy appeared from the crowd. "You minx!" he laughed. "Who knew how dominant you were."
"Shut up."
"Personally, I always pegged you as a bottom—"
"Oh my god, Jimmy, shut up!"