better in real life, was the first addled thought that came to my head.
"Hey, you're Lowell," I said before I could catch myself. And then, as if needing to double down on the awkwardness, I kept on babbling like I already knew this guy, like staring at his two-story face had somehow served as an introduction. "Thank you for inviting me, you had no idea how much I needed this."
The corners of his amazing eyes crinkled. It was only then that I started to register the rest of the face they inhabited.
The static glare of the photograph didn't reflect reality at all. His face was alive with tiny little quirks and micro-expressions. His mouth curled up with boyish glee. "No problem," he said. "I'm glad I was able to give you what you needed."
I looked up at him sharply. "Is that innuendo?"
The corners of his mouth turned down in offended innocence but there was no mistaking the way those eyes twinkled. "Only if you want it to be." He leaned back on his stool.
"Hell, I'd be an idiot not to flirt with a rock-star slash model," I grinned. I still felt dizzy, but now it had nothing to do with spinning.
"And you don't strike me as an idiot, Blue."
"My name is Zoe. I'm here with..." I gestured over to where Scarlett was entwined with Keir. "My friend over there, but she seems to have gotten distracted."
"Damn, that sucks. If I had come here with you, I wouldn't let you out of my sight."
"Yeah?" His nearness was breathtaking. As in, I was literally having trouble catching my breath. I realized that I had seen him before tonight. In the background of pictures, a quick cut in the videos. Of course. He was the manic energy that fueled the whole band.
But up until now, I couldn't say I'd ever seen him up close. Two-story tall banners didn’t exactly count.
But right now?
He was super fucking close to me. And he was watching every move I made with those turned up eyes.
"No, I'd keep watch on you all the time. And when I wasn't with you, I'd be looking at your picture so that I could see you even more." He grinned slyly and then ran his tongue along his bottom lip so that it shone like an invitation.
"You don't have a picture of me," I pointed out.
He leaned back. "And that's a shame. Because then I could show you how beautiful you are.
Chapter 6
Low
In a sea of plastic, she was the real deal. Once I saw her, I finally realized what was so off-putting about this whole party. All the girls...they danced because they felt like they had to.
But Zoe? She moved with the reckless abandon of a girl who has to dance. I'm a fucking musician. Music moves me. I move the music. And as she stood in front of me, I could see that we were two of a kind. She couldn't stop moving, swaying, shimmying. My own hands drummed on my thighs, aching to touch her and press her close to me so that we could move together. She threw her head back, her hair falling over her shoulders so beautifully that for a second I wished I was a fucking photographer so that I could capture that image forever.
"I like watching you dance," I told her. For some reason, I had the feeling I could tell Zoe the truth. About everything.
She grinned, tucked her hair behind her ear. "You can watch me, I don't mind."
"You like being watched, Zoe?"
"Is that more innuendo?"
I pressed my hand to my heart. "Honest question, I swear. Scout's honor."
"Bullshit, you were never a scout."
"Hey now, I made it all the way to Arrow of Light."
She was amused. "Then what happened?"
I grinned. "Found a drum kit at a garage sale."
"And the rest was history?"
I reached for her hand. "Yup. The history that led up to tonight, and you letting me watch you dance."
"Oh, you're smooth."
"Not usually, but that's the alcohol talking."
She looked over her my shoulder. "Speaking of which, Keir said he was getting a drink for me."
I managed to tear my eyes away from her face long enough to register that Keir had forgotten about the world entirely. "Well, then I see it's up to me to