Chapter 17

The bar was crowded by the time we got there, and we were making our way to the bartender when I heard someone call my name. Turning, I saw Clay coming towards me.

“Fuck,” I cursed under my breath.

The one night Eric and I decide to go out together in the city, we run into this guy,I thought as he approached.

“What’s wrong?” Eric asked.

Before I could answer, Clay was there, sidling up to me and wrapping his arm around my shoulders like we were still a couple. He looked good, too, dressed in a white oxford shirt, unbuttoned just enough to reveal a hint of chest hair, and gray pants. His dark hair was cut a little shorter than it had been when we were together, and he smelled clean, like he’d just gotten out of the shower.

“I saw you from across the room and had to come say hello,” Clay said. “How are you?”

“Fine,” I said, easing away from him.

Clay’s gray eyes met mine, and he gave me an annoyed look before turning to Eric with a smile.

“And who is this?” he asked.