It’s quiet in here now, and the silence is too loud. He’s staring down at his drink, his eyes a deep green in the low light of the bar. A crease forms between his eyebrows in a frown, and then he shakes his head, just a tiny bit. Jake sips his drink, and I can’t help but wonder what he’s thinking.
And I’m a woman, so I ask.
Because who ever heeded the whole, don’t ask the question if you don’t want the answer warning?
“What are you thinking?” I ask softly.
He chuckles and shakes his head.
“You don’t want to know.”
He swivels in the stool, facing me, and rests his hand on the arm of my own stool, leaning into me, and it takes everything in me not to back away. His eyes lower to my lips.
I lick them, and watch his eyes dilate.
This is a very bad idea.
I swallow hard as he continues to watch my mouth.
“It’s quiet in here,” he says evenly.
“I was thinking the same.”
“Are you comfortable in the quiet, Addie?”
I frown and feel my nipples pucker when he reaches up and tucks my hair behind my ear. His fingers are warm.
And when he’s this close, I can’t help but breathe him in and enjoy the scent of him.
“Why shouldn’t I be?”
“Some aren’t. Some need chaos, noise. The quiet makes them nervous.”
You make me nervous.
I lick my lips again.
“I don’t mind quiet. You?”
“I love the quiet.”
I smirk. “You’re a musician.”
“And I love music too. But the quiet is where the truth lives.”
I blink once, twice.
“Where the truth lives?” I’m whispering now.
He simply nods. “There’s no distraction. No way to deny what is. It’s honest.”
“And you claim to be honest?”
“To a fault,” he confirms. “I’d also love to hear more about this sexcation you’re scheming.”
I feel my cheeks flush and turn away, taking another sip of my wine.
“I was simply being silly with my friends, Jake. Drop it.”
He doesn’t answer. Damn the fucking quiet.