Page 6 of Irresistibly Us
“It’s almost enough to make me forget the music is so loud I can’t hear myself think,” Caitlin mumbles, her gaze straying back to the dance floor. When I follow it, I can tell she’s looking back at Drew, and seriously, what the fuck is that all about?
She catches me looking, and in a split second she snaps out of whatever daze she was in courtesy of the super-hot wide receiver. “I think you should consider it,” she says suddenly.
“Consider what?” Sarah asks.
“The dating app.” Caitlin looks at me. “It really might not be the worst idea.”
I roll my eyes. “I think I’m going for something a little loftier thannot the worst idea.”
Caitlin shrugs. “I mean, what’s the worst that can happen?”
“She could go out with a guy who codes an app for the sole purpose of melding their pictures together to see what their future children would look like,” Sarah says with a grin. “That happened to you, right?” she asks Maya.
Maya winces. “I really, really wish I could forget that one.”
“We all wish we could forget it.” Emmy shudders. “That was fucking creepy. But still, I think maybe Cait is right. Make a dating profile. Go out with a couple of guys. See who else is out there. Maybe it will get your mind off Tyler, or maybe it will make you realize every other man is basically the worst and you should finally tell Tyler how you feel, risks be damned.”
“Not going to happen,” I say quickly, not sure if I’m trying to convince them or myself. “It’s way too…”
“Sally babyyyyyyy!” Tyler’s deep voice booms across the dance floor, carrying over the music and cutting off the rest of my sentence. When I look up and our eyes meet, his are a bright, sparkling blue, a little unfocused from all the alcohol he’sconsumed over the last couple of hours. His face is flushed, and the way his disheveled brown hair flops over his forehead has my hands practically twitching to run through it, to feel the silky strands between my fingers. The way his face lights up when he looks at me makes me a little weak in the knees, my heart knocking in my chest. “Bestie girl! Come dance with meeeee!” He waves his hands in the air wildly, black and yellow nails from his signature game day manicure sparking under the lights. Before I can react, he’s grabbed from behind by a woman who may or may not actually be Jennifer Lawrence’s twin sister, and in a split second, they’re swallowed up by the crowd.
An emotion perilously close to jealousy clouds my vision, and absolutely not. No fucking way. Sophie Sullivan is way too smart and fabulous for jealousy.
This ends now.
“Give me the phone,” I order, holding my hand out to Maya.
“Fuck yes!” she cheers, slapping it into my palm. I unlock it, and five minutes later I’m claiming the handleChaosQueen, my profile declaring I’m looking for a love that defies gravity. Corny? Probably yes. But do I also require Broadway references in as many areas of my life as possible? Also yes. Might as well show these guys who I am right from the start.
“Where do I put the pictures?” I ask, looking up from the screen.
“That’s the best part,” Maya says with a broad grin. “This is an anonymous app. No pictures. The vibes are the point. You get to know someone through your messages, without letting all the physical stuff get in the way.”
“That sounds…”
“Weird?” Sarah says.
“Risky?” Emmy peers over my shoulder and studies the screen.
“Brilliant,” Maya says stubbornly, propping a hand on her hip.
Caitlin shrugs. “I kind of agree with Maya. It’s sort of an interesting concept, and you’re the best texter of us all,” she saysto me. “You’re great on the phone. I think this might work for you, and at the very least, you’ll have really good stories for family dinner.”
I study my friends and then glance down at my phone and back up to the dance floor where Tyler and his hoard of women are nowhere to be found. I don’t know if this is going to work or not, but I have to do something. So, with a deep breath and a prayer to the goddess of women who are stupidly in love with their best friends and need not to be, I hit the submit button and click off my phone, wondering what’s going to happen next.
CHAPTER TWO
TYLER
Where the fuck am I?I wonder, as I blink awake into darkness.What the hell time is it?
Turning my head is a mistake of epic proportions. Pain lances through my temples, and my gut roils. I realize belatedly that my mouth tastes like I licked a bar floor, and I clench my jaw, sucking in a heavy breath as my stomach tries to mount an escape.
If I could see in the darkness, the room would definitely be spinning.
Groaning, I press the heels of my hands into my eyes and stay as still as I can to try to staunch the ache and force my stomach to stay where it belongs. But when the covers shift and I hear the telltale sound of skin sliding over crisp sheets, feeling the warmth of a body close to mine and feet that are not my own dragging over my right calf, I jerk away as if I was just burned, my simmering hangover—or possibly the fact that I’m still kind of drunk—suddenly the least of my concerns.
“Whattimesit?” The slurred voice is female. I wish I could say this is the first time I’ve woken up with an anonymouswoman in my bed, but it definitely is not. I did some stupid shit my first couple of years in the NFL. My stupid days are behind me though.
