“Jealous?” I ask, trying my best to keep the smug expression off of my face.

She turns to me and her beautiful eyes narrow into slits. “Did she not see me here?”

“So, yes.”

“No, it’s just… rude!” she exclaims.

“Maybe she doesn’t think we’re together given how far away you’re sitting,” I say, gesturing to the space that could fit two people comfortably. She huffs and tucks a hair behind her ear. “Your hair is longer.” I’ve been staring at it all night. She’s always had gorgeous hair and if anything, it’s gotten more beautiful. It’s full and healthy and has those natural waves that women damage their hair trying to obtain. “It’s beautiful.”

“Of course, you noticed,” she murmurs, more to herself but I hear it despite her low tone and the dull roar of the lounge. “Anything else?”

I narrow my eyes and wonder if this is some sort of test. I lean forward. “Are you asking if there’s anything else that’s different since the last time I saw you? If I noticed the tattoo peeking out from under the strap of your jumpsuit?” I point at the ink I’d never seen before. It’s sitting just below her clavicle, which means it must be small because it’s somewhat hidden beneath the strap of the halter strap that is probably only an inch wide. “That you don’t wear eyeliner anymore, just mascara and, quite frankly, that suits you better. You were nineteen the last time I saw you, so I don’t think you’re taller and your figure looks pretty much the same. You’ve always had a gorgeous shape and if you want me to comment further on that I can.” I give her a smile and her lips part and her teeth sink into them and if I’m not mistaken a quiet sigh leaves her. I swallow down a groan, wishing I could lick that pouty lip. “Is that a yes?” I raise an eyebrow at her. If she wants me to go down this road, I am more than willing to.

“It’s not a no…” She trails off and her cheeks pinken, probably in realization as to what she’s just said.

“This jumpsuit highlights your slim waist. I remember how I could grip your hips when you rode me. They fit my hands perfectly.” She swallows, her brown eyes not leaving mine not even to blink. “Every time you turned around in this tonight, my heart stopped. It hugs the curve of your delicious ass so perfectly. Since it’s a wide leg pant, I can’t really tell if those thighs you got from cheerleading and dancing are as juicy as I remember them.” I lower my voice and my gaze to find her breasts. “And those.” Goose bumps erupt on her flesh and I take that as a good sign that I can still affect her with just a look and my voice. “Your perky tits.” I groan, thinking about what they used to feel like in my mouth and how they’d pebble under my gaze. “I used to think that your tits had the power to make me do anything.” I chuckle. “All you’d have to do is pull your top off and I’d be on my knees in front of you.”