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                    Drunken Confessions – 2
I instantly caught the sound of wildly off – key singing coming from the small stage at the far end of the room. The voice was familiar, despite the slurred words and jumbled lyrics.
Quinn entered behind me, immediately covering his ears with an exaggerated grimace. "Good grief, who's murdering a song like this?"
I said nothing, my lips tightening as we moved closer through the crowd.
There on stage stood Olivia, her honey – brown hair slightly mussed, amber eyes bright with intoxication. She swayed unsteadily, clutching the microphone with both hands as she belted out what might have been a popular song, though it was hard to tell through her enthusiastic but chaotic rendition.
elbowed me with a grin. "Go get your girlfriend down. This is pure noise
Most people get paid to sing, but she should be paying people to listen
Killing us all with those high notes!"
"She can sing however she likes," I replied evenly, my eyes never leaving her.
Quinn's jaw dropped. "Wow. You're just going to spoil her to the moon, huh."
He shook his head in disbelief and took a seat at the bar. Gabriel followed suit, ordering drinks with a subtle nod to the bartender.
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I sat beside them, my gaze fixed on Olivia. Despite myself, I felt my lips curling into a soft, possessive smile as I watched her. She was utterly drunk, that much was obvious, but her charm radiated through the room nonetheless.
The pink flush on her cheeks enhanced her natural beauty, and her slightly disheveled appearance only made her more alluring. Her singing might have been a mess, but in my eyes, she was the most captivating sight in the world.
I waited patiently until she finished her song, the final note trailing off into giggles as the audience offered polite, if somewhat relieved, applause.
Only then did I approach the stage, my tall frame commanding attention from everyone in the room. I reached out, my large hand encircling her slender wrist in a gesture both possessive and protective.
Г
The gentle touch startled her. She turned toward me, her amber eyes misty and unfocused.
For a moment, she simply stared at me, as if trying to place my face in her alcohol – clouded mind. Then her expression brightened with recognition.
With a giggle, her eyes sparkling with drunken adoration, she blurted out, "Wow, you're really handsome! I did some quick fortune – telling, and guess what? You're my destined mate!"
The word "mate" hit me like a thunderbolt. My heart seized violently, blood rushing chaotically through my veins. I stood frozen, utterly unprepared for the surge of joy her simple, drunken words brought me.
Olivia tilted her flushed face up at me, smiling so sweetly that her dimples deepened.
She looked like a mischievous kitten as she leaned forward suddenly, nestling her head against my chest.
She nuzzled gently against me, her voice soft and almost purring. "Mmm, even your scent is exactly like my mate's."
She inhaled deeply, seemingly intoxicated by the cedar cologne I always wore. "It smells so good, my mate ..."
                
            
        I instantly caught the sound of wildly off – key singing coming from the small stage at the far end of the room. The voice was familiar, despite the slurred words and jumbled lyrics.
Quinn entered behind me, immediately covering his ears with an exaggerated grimace. "Good grief, who's murdering a song like this?"
I said nothing, my lips tightening as we moved closer through the crowd.
There on stage stood Olivia, her honey – brown hair slightly mussed, amber eyes bright with intoxication. She swayed unsteadily, clutching the microphone with both hands as she belted out what might have been a popular song, though it was hard to tell through her enthusiastic but chaotic rendition.
elbowed me with a grin. "Go get your girlfriend down. This is pure noise
Most people get paid to sing, but she should be paying people to listen
Killing us all with those high notes!"
"She can sing however she likes," I replied evenly, my eyes never leaving her.
Quinn's jaw dropped. "Wow. You're just going to spoil her to the moon, huh."
He shook his head in disbelief and took a seat at the bar. Gabriel followed suit, ordering drinks with a subtle nod to the bartender.
–
I sat beside them, my gaze fixed on Olivia. Despite myself, I felt my lips curling into a soft, possessive smile as I watched her. She was utterly drunk, that much was obvious, but her charm radiated through the room nonetheless.
The pink flush on her cheeks enhanced her natural beauty, and her slightly disheveled appearance only made her more alluring. Her singing might have been a mess, but in my eyes, she was the most captivating sight in the world.
I waited patiently until she finished her song, the final note trailing off into giggles as the audience offered polite, if somewhat relieved, applause.
Only then did I approach the stage, my tall frame commanding attention from everyone in the room. I reached out, my large hand encircling her slender wrist in a gesture both possessive and protective.
Г
The gentle touch startled her. She turned toward me, her amber eyes misty and unfocused.
For a moment, she simply stared at me, as if trying to place my face in her alcohol – clouded mind. Then her expression brightened with recognition.
With a giggle, her eyes sparkling with drunken adoration, she blurted out, "Wow, you're really handsome! I did some quick fortune – telling, and guess what? You're my destined mate!"
The word "mate" hit me like a thunderbolt. My heart seized violently, blood rushing chaotically through my veins. I stood frozen, utterly unprepared for the surge of joy her simple, drunken words brought me.
Olivia tilted her flushed face up at me, smiling so sweetly that her dimples deepened.
She looked like a mischievous kitten as she leaned forward suddenly, nestling her head against my chest.
She nuzzled gently against me, her voice soft and almost purring. "Mmm, even your scent is exactly like my mate's."
She inhaled deeply, seemingly intoxicated by the cedar cologne I always wore. "It smells so good, my mate ..."
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