Michael's POV
The reunion isn't that bad Iz did a great job. Then again she always does, everyone is dancing and reminiscenceing about the good old days. I've even found a beautiful lady to hang out with. When she leaves to go get us some drinks is when I sense him. I look up when he walks over then I look back down and shake my head. Of course he's here I guess it was too much to hope he wouldn't be.
"Are you cooking meth?"
And of course that would be the first thing he asks.
"Yeah. Absolutely." I say sarcastically and a bit wounded he would think that about me.
"I'm serious. My chemical engineers found high levels of phenyl-2-propanone around your Airstream."
"It's not P2P they're detecting" I said getting up to walk away, but before I can he blocks my path.
Which I wish he wouldn't have because he smells just the way I remember him.
"It's similar" I said while putting some space between us. "You should find yourself some better engineers" I say trying to walk away again.
He stops me by grabbing my arm before I can leave. "You are wasting you life, Guerin." He whispers in my ear.
"You trying to hold my hand, Private?"
"Does the macho cowboy swagger thing ever get old with you?"
"Did it get old for you?" I ask before breaking his hold on me.
Thankfully the girl I was hanging out with before is back with our drinks. I take mine and sling my arm over her shoulder downing my drink. Where Alex touched me I now have goosebumps, and now all I can think about is him touching me. Why'd he have to touch me?
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