The one thing I can do is outlast her.

I won’t give up. I’ll wear her down and keep trying until she completely shuts me down with no chance at all.

I hope to God that doesn’t happen.

If it does, I probably deserve it.

The steady stream of women in my life has been endless and disposable. Not a single girl has managed to keep my attention for more than a few weeks, usually only a few days.

I’ve lost count of the number of women I’ve fucked in my life. Many I can’t recall at all. My sex life has been an endless blur of pussy and boobs. Tons of fun at the time, yet meaningless and at times, almost unbearably empty.

One night with Lila would be unforgettable.

I’ll wait for as long as it takes.

“Do you want to dance?” I ask her after the waitress clears our food plates away.

Lila reaches for the bottle of tequila and starts to pour what would be her fourth shot. I’ve been keeping close count.

“How about another shot of tequila?” she says. “I’m game if you are.”

I place my hand over hers. “I’m driving with a special gal in the car, so no more for me. And I would hate for you to have a raging headache tomorrow. Dance with me, beautiful.”

“You’re right,” she agrees. “We’ve had enough tequila for one night.”

She allows me to take her hand and lead her to the dance floor in front of the band.

“I’m not a good dancer,” she says with an embarrassed laugh when I pull her closer.

“That’s okay, I’m not either. So it’s a good thing this isn’t dancing.” I lift her arms and place them behind my neck. “This is hugging on a dance floor.”

She leans closer into me and runs her fingers along the back of my neck. “I can do that,” she says and sways slightly off balance. “Whoops! I’m a little tipsy. Maybe I shouldn’t have knocked back that last shot.”

I slide my arms around her back and place a kiss behind her ear. “Don’t worry, I’ll hold you up.” Now I’m wishing I’d tried to stop her after the second shot of tequila.

She runs a hand up my arm and traces one of the skull tattoos on my bicep. “I like your tattoos. Do they all mean something special?”

“I’m sure at the time I thought they meant something special. And some of them do. Except for the skulls. They’re just there to make me look badass.”

“What about the others? What do they mean?”

“It’s a long story that I’ll save for another time. You might be bored to death. Are you having a good time tonight?”