This story is set to replace Forbidden. I hope you guys enjoy this one just as much as the rest of them.
Disclaimer: I don't own Hart of Dixie.
"Remind me again why I have to be here." Zoe said, sipping her drink. Gigi rolled her eyes.
"Because even the best doctor in town needs a break, Zo," Gigi sighed, "you just got the fellowship and you deserve a night out. Besides this band is killer," she dreamily sighed.
"How amazing can a band from some hick town in Alabama really be?" She scoffed earning an eye roll. "Come on, Sippin' Whiskey, really?" She scoffed at the name of the band.
"They're pretty epic from what I hear," a gruffy voice said from behind her. Zoe glared at the man, her brown eyes meeting his intense green eyes, a smirk on his lips. Her eyes darted from his eyes to his lips and back to his eyes.
"You a roadie of theirs or something?" She questioned, bringing her glass of wine to her lips.
"Something like that," he remarked, leaning down to whisper in her ear. "I'm the lead…everything," he winked, walking away. Zoe gulped, watching him walk away from the corner of her eye.
"Yeah, you're getting some of that after the show," Gigi giggled. Zoe rolled her eyes, placing her glass on the bar, shaking her head.
"Oh no," Zoe replied, looking from her friend to the stage her eyes catching a green filled look. "I have standards and the last thing I need is to worry about catching anything from him," she retorted.
"Zo, you only live once. Would it really be that bad to spend a night in his bed?" Gigi asked, licking her lips, looking at the guys that were behind the cocky ego filled lead.
"Considering the groupies around the stage, it might be," Zoe quipped back, getting another drink, looking for an empty table. "I won't be an easy lay for him, not how I work, Gigi," Zoe sighed. "After everything with Drew, I just want to be single for a while and then find the perfect guy to date."
"Maybe it's that hunk," Gigi countered, pointing to the dirty blond that filled their conversations. Zoe let a puff of air out, dropping the conversation altogether. She wasn't going to spend her night arguing with her friend over a dreamy hunk. The best thing for her to do was to ignore Gigi, but that only led Zoe to watch the band, her eyes locking with the green ones from earlier. His gaze burned through her right down to her core as he sang directly to her and she was starting to wonder what else those fingers of his were good at playing.
Her cheeks started to burn the closer he got to her. She looked down becoming shy all of a sudden as he sat across from her, a bottle of beer in his hand. He had ignored the rest of the women that had been throwing themselves on him. "It's sweet of you to sing about a dog in a lightning storm," she commented, looking up at him. He shrugged, taking a long drink of his beer.
"Not all songs need to be about woman," he winked, leaning on his forearms on the table. "Chicks dig sensitive guys too," he smirked. Zoe rolled her eyes.
"Full of yourself are we?" She laughed a serious look on her face.
"How can I not be?" He asked right back, motioning to his body. Zoe laughed, taking the last sip of her wine.
"I might have to catch your next show, if you have one in the city, but it's late and I have an early day tomorrow," Zoe told him, standing up. She was unsteady on her feet and it was the muscular arms that wrapped around her waist that kept her standing. She blushed, feeling the warmth in his body.
"You okay?" He asked, lowly in her ear. She nodded, biting her bottom lip. He went to release her, but yet again he was catching her before she fell flat on her ass. He chuckled softly. "I'll help you get home," he told her. Zoe gulped, wanting to push him away, but the longer she was in his embrace the longer all thoughts left her mind.
Zoe rattled of her address once they were in the backseat of a cab. She looked at the sexy guitarist to her right and started to giggle. He cocked an eyebrow looking down at the small brunette tucked under his arm. He enjoyed having her there, right next to him, it was a feeling he had never felt before and it was a feeling that he could get use to having. "What?" He asked the second her giggles stopped.
"I've never brought a random stranger back to my place before," she told him, her hand falling to land on his upper thigh. He let a chuckle out. He had plenty of one night stands in his life. Being in a band it was easy to pick chicks up, but there was something about this one that pulled him in and he just wanted to get to know her before he made any move that ended with them rolling around in bed together, getting to know each other on a personal level. "I'm Zoe," she told him, feeling his gaze on her, bringing the blood rushing back to her face.
"Wade," he husked out in her ear.
The car ride the last few blocks were used to really get to know each other. He learned that she had lived in the city her whole life. Her mother was crazy and obsessed with work since her father walked away from them when she was only 9 years old. Learned that she was on her way to becoming a doctor and tomorrow was going to be her first day since she had graduated from college. He told her about his older brother running off to join the military the second he graduated high school. That he had lost his mother at a young age, she could see that it pained him to talk about his mom so she didn't ask any questions. He mentioned that his father liked alcohol better than his own sons. He started to play the guitar because it helped him keep his anger in check. Music was escape from the crappy life he was given. This was his first time to New York and that he was just a guy from a small town in the south and he couldn't picture living anywhere else.
By the time they were in front of Zoe's apartment door, it was like they were best friends that hadn't seen each other in the last few years.
She didn't know how she was pressed against her bedroom door, his body pushing against hers as their tongues dueled it out. She whined when he pulled away resting his forehead against hers. "As much as I want this to continue, tossing clothes about as we fumble our way to your bed, I can't," he whispered, pushing her hair behind her ears, cupping her face. "It wouldn't feel right," he told her, watching as her face fell. He pressed a kiss to her forehead, pulling her to the bed that was in the corner of the room. "I want to see you again, take you out and go from there." Zoe lit up, flinging her arms around him, hugging him tightly.
That's how they ended up in bed, Zoe's head on his chest with his arms around her protectively as they drifted off to a peaceful sleep.