Collide (Collide #1)(83)

"Yes, Olivia. You made it sound like she got bitch-slapped and tossed to the ground," Trevor barked.

Fallon stumbled over and interrupted what was about to become a public sibling argument. She studied Gavin for a second. "Hey, you're the guy from the restaurant that I asked Emily to give my number to."

He smiled. "Yeah, that would be me, I guess."

Fallon returned the smile and flicked her eyes in Trevor's direction. If it were possible, her smile widened even more. "And who might you be?"

"I'm this over-exaggerator's older brother," he pointed to Olivia and then returned his attention back to Fallon. "And who might you be?"

"I'm a girl who's really into cute guys with blonde hair and glasses."

"Nice...I fit that description," Trevor smiled. "And I'm a guy who's into a pretty girl who speaks her mind. Wanna dance?"

Fallon grabbed his hand, threading his fingers with hers, and led him into the living room. Trevor turned back to Gavin, giving him a thumbs-up.

Gavin laughed.

"Soooo," Olivia drawled, a smirk playing on her face. "I'm just gonna go get a lap dance. I'll see you two later." She disappeared into the crowd, her laugh echoing over the music.

Gavin smiled at Emily. He noticed the telltale-glazed sheen in her eyes, denoting that she had a little too much to drink. "Well, you look like you're feeling pretty good right about now."

She stepped closer and tilted her head up to look at him. "Has anyone ever told you that you're very shmexy?"

"Shmexy?" He laughed, expecting an answer and not a question. He certainly didn't expect that question. "Don't you mean sexy?"

"Nope, there's shmexy, and there's sexy. And you, my friend, are shmexy."

He cocked a brow, her throaty phone-sex voice arousing him almost instantly. "Mmm, which is better?"

"Shmexy."

"Well, thank you. You're pretty shmexy, if I must say so myself."

She grabbed his hand and started walking toward the kitchen. "Come do a shot with me, Gavin."

"You haven't had enough to drink already?"

Coming to an abrupt stop, Gavin's chest collided against her back. She spun around and stumbled into him as he grabbed her waist to steady her. "Has anyone ever told you that you have the most amazing, gorgeous, and shmexy blue eyes?"

"What's with all of these questions, pal?" he asked quite amused.

"We're friends, and friends ask questions."

He cautiously moved her hair behind her shoulders and smiled. "Yes, I've been told that I have nice eyes."

"No, they're not just nice," she hiccupped. "They're..." She paused, wetting her lips. "They're bedroom eyes."

"So I'm shmexy, and I have bedroom eyes, huh?"

Nodding, she laced her hand with his again and dragged him into the kitchen. Standing in front of the spectacular choice of alcohol, she plucked a red plastic cup from the towering stack and handed it to him.

"What's your poison, shmexy bedroom-eyes man?"

Crossing his arms, Gavin studied her for a moment. "I think I'm going to hold off on drinking for right now."

Her eyes widened as she swayed back and forth. "What? No, you're doing a shot with me." She brushed her fingertips across his cheek. "Come on, pretty please?"

Never mind the cute girlish way she asked, her soft fingers still lingering on his face had him second-guessing his original gut feeling not to drink with her, considering she was pretty drunk. He swallowed.