Other POV
We walked into the bar, still laughing about the sheer number of girls at the concert who had tried to stop Luke's Hummer from leaving the area. The concert itself was a smash, of course. He had such a great stage presence and is ungodly attractive, even with the scar across his face. It's a harsh reminder of what we've been through together, and a little love swells in me. I shook my head; I couldn't think like that. We had come to celebrate, not to get ideas about my friend, who was taken anyway.
"All right?" He asked, and I beamed up at him.
"Never better."
He cracked a smile and put his arm around me, causing my skin to tingle where our bodies touched. I try not to think about it; he's just being a good friend. He ushered me to a secluded booth towards the back and a waittress quickly trotted over to take our drink orders. We kept it simple; just two beers for the both of us, nothing fruity or frilly. I tried to hide a snicker as she obviously tried to flirt with Luke, but he just brushed her off. Once she left, I busted out laughing.
"What?" he smiled, curious.
"You totally ruined her night," I chuckled, trying to calm myself down.
"Yeah, well, I'm sure it's not the worst that'll happen."
I cocked an eyebrow. "No? How could being turned down by the hottest country music star get any worse?" I teased. Oh gods, did I really say that? I blushed, but he leaned closer.
"By seeing said 'hottest country music star' with an equally hot partner?" His words were low, but I couldn't mistake what I had heard. I gasped; he had a girlfriend whom we were both very close to. However, the heat from his eyes couldn't be denied: he had meant what he had said. I felt a stirring within me, and though it was wrong (gods, it was so wrong), I liked it. I liked him. I kept staring back at him.
Our beers came along with another failed attempt by the waitress to hit on him, but he didn't even look at her. He parted his gaze with mine to take a few gulps of his drink, and I did the same. When he put his glass down, he stood up and extended his hand to me. I looked at him, a little confused as to what his intentions were.
"Come on, let's dance. It's no fun being on stage with no one to dance with." His eyes still hold that same heat, and I took his hand without a second thought. He led me out to the dance floor and put both hands on my hips. I wasn't sure where to put mine, so I rested them on his biceps. Gods, he even had nice arms. We danced to some songs, then an old Josh Turner song came on. It was a slower one, and I saw couples start to move a little closer. Luke pulled me closer, and I would be lying if I said I hadn't moved in as well. His head leaned down to my ear as the words started.
There's a slow moon rising,
It's shining on your skin,
The way your body moves me,
I know there's no holding back,
No holding back...
I shivered, a small thrill of excitement running down my spine. I tried to remind myself of his girlfriend, but I just couldn't. She wasn't important right now; he was singing to me, his low tones causing his body to vibrate against mine. He kept singing in my ear, and I couldn't help but feel the emotion running through the words as he went on:
I wouldn't be a man
If I didn't feel like this
I wouldn't be a man
If a woman like you
Was anything I could resist
I'd have to be from another planet
Where love doesn't exist
I wouldn't be a man if I didn't feel
Like this...
And the song was over. He lifted his head only far enough to meet my eyes, and without a word he crushed his lips to mine. I sighed and kissed him back desperately, throwing my arms around his neck and forcing him closer. His arms snaked around to my back, keeping me in place as his lips moved over mine. I couldn't get enough of him, and I don't know how long we stood there. Eventually we had to come up for air, and he led me back over to our booth and our long-forgotten drinks. He slid to the far side on one side of the table and pulled me with him. We made out again, and oh gods, it was good. As the waitresses came around announcing last call, he brought his head up and leveled his blue gaze at me. In that moment, I knew I was a goner. I loved him; maybe I always had.
"Come with me," he commanded, his voice hoarse. And all I could think was to follow him. When we got out of the booth, he left a fifty on the table and put his arm back around me. I was suddenly nervous about walking outside into the paparazzi, but he confidently strode out the front door. Cameras snapped all around us, but he paid them no mind, so I didn't either. We got in the back the Hummer we had arrived in where the driver had patiently waited for us. We simultaneously pulled the black doors shut and looked at each other.
I didn't even feel the jerk of the vehicle as it started moving; he and I had already pushed ourselves back together to continue what we had started in the bar. We pulled up to the hotel he and I were staying at and broke apart, breathing heavily. I ran my fingers through my hair, attempting to straighten it out from where his fingers had mussed it. He didn't even bother fixing his as he opened his side door, closed it, and came around to mine. I opened it before he could, but he still lent me a hand down from the Hummer. We walked through the hotel, going straight to the elevator. I let him press the buttons, but he only pressed for his floor. I shivered again in anticipation, and the niggling thought of his girlfriend entered my mind. I loved her like she was kin. She and he were good together, a perfect couple.
But he and I are better.
We reached his suite and he unlocked the door. We barely had the door shut before we were on each other again. We lost our shoes and a few articles of clothing on our way to his bed. He and I tumbled on the mattress, where he yanked my "Death to Barbie" tee over my head. We bound ourselves together as one, and it was...everything. He was my everything.
We stayed together until the rays of sunlight peeked through the blinds of the window. We loved each other again, but eventually we had to go back to the real world. After the second time, he rolled off of me and sighed. I didn't want to bring up what I knew we were both thinking, but he did anyway.
"I'll call her once you leave," he said quietly. I suddenly felt a little awkward. I threw the sheets off and went about picking up my clothes. He watched me as I got redressed, not saying anything else. I didn't think he was going to, so I walked over to the door.
"Thals?"
I looked over my shoulder at him and his bare chest, illuminated by the sunlight.
"I don't regret anything," he said seriously. I nodded, but didn't answer as I opened his door and left.
"I Wouldn't Be a Man" by Josh Turner
