There was something different about her tonight. Her curves were more defined, hips and bust accentuated. And the way she moved! It was almost feline. Her beautifully manicured nails matched her perfectly made up face, and her hair was not a strand out of place, as she poured over her best friends shoulder, giggling into his ear and pointing out all the hot young girls for him.

She hadn’t spotted him yet and he wanted to keep it that way. He knew she turned into a nervous wreck when they were in the same place, and he wanted to watch her like this for a while.

She sashayed over to the bar and leant over, flashing the barman a cheeky grin- her ticket to queue jump, and boy, she knew how to use it.

She felt the prickling sensation of being watched and turned to scan the room for the owner of the eyes that burned her. Her gaze fell on him, he hadn’t looked away this time; it was him giving her the eye. She paused for a moment before turning back to her flirt with the barman.

He continued to watch as she drew the note from her bust and told the tender to keep the change. She turned, winking, and went back to her friends. His stare puzzled her but she wasn’t going to let him ruin her night as he had done so many times over the past few years.

If he wanted her, this time he was going to have to do the work. He deserved to cold shoulder. He deserved for her never to entertain the idea of him again, but she still liked him. A lot. And she wasn’t going to lose him again.

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