Glancing at Ash made me feel even more annoyed. Not only could she see the stage easily, but she had her tall and protective lover guarding her from the moshers. His arms were wrapped around her waist, however it was the fact his feet were spread wide giving him balance and his back to the worst of the moshers that combated the erratic jumps and bumps, that made me envious.
Ash grinned at me as she twerked. “This is awesome!” She gave no indication of noticing my horrible position.
I stumbled forward, again. Raising my hands I stopped my face from smashing into the back of the tall guy in front (the one blocking my view). His body heat glowed against my palms.
I quickly dropped my hands and shoved myself back into place.
Ash and her lover didn’t shift at all, the moshers seemed to avoid the couple. Me however... strange hands brushed my ass. The stench of body odour was over-powering making me gag and gasp, I tilted my head back to try and suck some fresh air down from the ceiling fans. The heat of the room was bearing down and around me like an uncomfortable hug from a leery uncle. And of course the backs of my shoes were being trodden on.
Another time touching the guy in front.
This time he looked over his shoulder. His frown softened as his brown eyes met mine.
Wow, my DNA sighed. This wasn’t a guy, this was a man.
Earlier, before I was being trampled I had appreciated the broad shoulders, wide back tapering down to a tight little waist. Damn sexy. And that was just from behind. His face wasn’t pretty boy or perfection; it was solid with a square jaw (clean shaven), good proportions and a bottom lip I wanted to bite, hard... and then kiss better.
My own lips tingled at the thought.
I was brought back to reality with another shove and a loud whoop in my ear. Glaring over my shoulder I pushed back.
Then I felt it.
A rush of white fire branding my wrist and racing its way up my arm.
I turned back around as the hand gripping me tugged me forward. I stumbled. The man released me as I came to terms with what happened. He switched places with me. I was suddenly standing in a sanctuary of peace (or as peaceful as you can get in a pub on band night). I had personal space... and no-one was trying to invade it.
His mates gave him a puzzled look but left me alone. Ashe stared wide eyed. I looked to him. He smiled and then ignored me, watching the stage.
I followed his eyes and gasped.
There they were; Architecture in Helsinki up on stage, dancing.
I could finally see. My cheeks bunched up as I grinned and the tension of annoyance left my body. The music flowed and now I wasn’t fighting for space, I enjoyed it, throwing my hands up into the air, rolling my hips and doing whatever the hell the music told my body to do.
Not once did the man try to touch me and neither did anyone else.
Four songs later, the band finished.
With the roar of our clapping and cheers for an encore echoing in my ears I turned to my rescuer.
His mouth was twisted up in the corners; I’m not sure if it was a smirk or a cheeky grin, but there was something very devilish about it.
Speak, my brain ordered my mouth realising I was mute and staring. “Thank you, for changing places.”
Don’t shiver. I struggled as his voice washed over me. Dark chocolate, melted to silky smooth liquid, oh please drizzle more, sir.
Ash jabbed me in the ribs. “Wasn’t that awesome,” she said loudly, her eyes flicking from me to him and back again. Her lover remained glued to her back.
I felt stupid. What was I going to say? Could I speak and say anything of interest or importance? If I turn away and answer Ash will he think I’m finished with him and walk off, never to be seen again? Speak!
But say what?
“It must really suck being so short,” he chuckled and crossed his arms.
I bristled at the comment. “Excuse me, I am average height and the only reason I couldn’t see a damn thing is because tall people are so bloody inconsiderate.” I snapped back.
“Whoa. I thought you liked how considerate I was, changing places and all.” He looked unsure about how I would react next.
“Only after you’d blocked my view for the most part of the show, so thank you.”
What are you doing? My DNA screamed. This one is hot! We want him! Be nice!
“I didn’t realise I was blocking the view of a munchkin,” he tried to laugh.
Ash snorted. “Bad move,” she whispered.
Now he looked scarred. “I fucked up, haven’t I?”
I clenched my jaw.
He sighed. “How about we start over with a drink and I won’t say another thing about vertically challenged people. Promise.”
“Because I want to...”
I could see he was starting to regret talking to me, that my anger was pushing him away.
“She’ll love that,” Ash dug her nails into my arm and propelled me towards the bar. “Play nice Cece,” she hissed.
I sighed. “Sorry, didn’t mean to be so bitchy. Let’s start again.”
“Cool. My name is Jai,” he gave me a smile with a wary eye.
“Cecelia. Nice to meet you.”