MY EX-BOYFRIEND WANTS ME BACK

I heaved, swayed and turned recklessly, with Sara occasionally whispering into my ears, the music was loud, we could barely hear ourselves, I looked at her happy face, the only person who wanted to see me happy.

Colored lights flashed into our faces. Sara dragged me deeper into the club, her laughter cutting through the loud music,

"Happy birthday, girl! You deserve to be happy!" I could barely hear her but I also read her lips, shoving another shot into my hand. Tequila. I threw it down my throat immediately like some doctor's prescription, it burned, but not as much as my heart from the heartbreak that Marcus had dished out to me.

I hit the empty glass on the bar, and let the music pull me. We danced, hips swaying, arms up, hair flying. Sara is such a vibe queen, the only reason I have kept it together. For a few minutes, I almost forgot Marcus.

 Almost forgot the promises he'd whispered before he left for his "big business trip." Almost forgot how his texts stopped coming, how he only picked mine to scream "I am busy, I'll call you later!" how his calls never came at all.

Another drink. Then another.

 I danced even more, I needed to forget he actually did put a ring on it, only to jilt me after all, I guess I was never made to be happy. I swallowed hard, the tears were fighting their way, but I know better than to disappoint Sara here and now, I gulped another shot.

That's when I felt it, eyes on me, I turned to be sure his eyes were on me. I stared back, his height hovered even when he was relaxed into that couch.

 Thick arms with black sleeves folded to the bridge, a glass with liquid tilting in between two fingers, dark blue eyes fixed on me.

His gaze locked on me like he'd been watching the whole time. Not creepy. Just... steady. Dark blue eyes that seemed like they were smiling, I moved my eyes away from him. 

Men! I am done with them. I have bigger problems to concentrate on. The doctor had asked for $3,000,000 for Mia's surgery, and I have a bleeding heart to stitch together.

But my eyes betrayed me, sliding back to him. He hadn't moved. Still watching, sipping from the glass finally, a smile formed on his lips, and then, he winked.

My stomach flipped.

Sara caught it immediately. She followed my stare, then grabbed my arm, screaming into my ears.

"Oh my God, Sammie! That guy is hot. He's totally into you!, he's been staring at you all night"

I shook my head, hair whipping across my face. "Nope. Not happening, Not ever!"

"Come on!" She bumped her hip against mine. "It's your birthday. Live a little. When's the last time you even looked at a man, When was the last time you even had sex?" her laugh was loud enough

"Three months ago, six