No better version I could pretend to be tonight
She challenges, he challenges, and around them the music rages on, each beat thrumming and bumping along with the pounding in his ears. The rest of the bar fades away, dissolving into a swirling kaleidoscope of color and light that centers upon those silver eyes in that luminous, pale face. He holds Soh's gaze and his own breath, not looking away as he salts his collar and mouths the lime, an electric current humming through them both. And when she finally looks down he wonders, briefly, if she's giving up.
But then her tongue is on his neck and he's biting down on the lime to distract himself from the way his body burns and freezes and fuck he should not have worn swim trunks tonight.
Koa can taste the shot on her breath as their lips graze for a merciless second, the memory of springtime kisses taunting him like ghosts. Deprived of the lime his's mouth feels dry; he swallows, licking unconsciously at his lips as his gaze flits from Soh's coral lips to the triumph blazing in her eyes. They're barely five inches away from each other, and it would be so, so, so easy to follow the suit of his friends behind him, to lean in and claim her in a kiss.
Instead he half-turns to the bar behind him, snatching up the first fresh drink he sees and taking a healthy swig, desperate for something to put some distance between Soh's mouth and his.
Fuck, he's fucked.
But then her tongue is on his neck and he's biting down on the lime to distract himself from the way his body burns and freezes and fuck he should not have worn swim trunks tonight.
Koa can taste the shot on her breath as their lips graze for a merciless second, the memory of springtime kisses taunting him like ghosts. Deprived of the lime his's mouth feels dry; he swallows, licking unconsciously at his lips as his gaze flits from Soh's coral lips to the triumph blazing in her eyes. They're barely five inches away from each other, and it would be so, so, so easy to follow the suit of his friends behind him, to lean in and claim her in a kiss.
Instead he half-turns to the bar behind him, snatching up the first fresh drink he sees and taking a healthy swig, desperate for something to put some distance between Soh's mouth and his.
Fuck, he's fucked.
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