John swept the waitress into his arms, her laughter ringing through the open bar as he carried her away. I barely noticed. My attention was elsewhere.
When I turned back, Afa was looking at me. Our eyes met, and the world seemed to narrow, everything else falling away. Her face was framed by strands of dark hair that had fallen loose, giving her an ethereal beauty that made my chest tighten.
I swallowed hard.
"Austin..." she said softly, her voice like a gentle melody cutting through the hum of the bar.
My gaze wandered—no, lingered—taking in every detail. Her glossy pink lips glistened under the soft lights, the subtle curve of her cleavage peeking through her dress, her crossed legs drawn tight, accentuating her smooth, exposed thighs. She shifted slightly, and my pulse kicked up a notch. Her eyes were a pool I wanted to drown in, her neck an elegant line that invited every thought I shouldn't be having.