Consolation Prize
Wishing he’d have commented on any other piece of jewelry I wore—pearl hair clip, butterfly necklace, bangle bracelets, anklet, toe ring, thumb ring, anything—I cleared my throat and finished my glass of champagne, only to become a little panicked because I’d run out.
“Here, take mine.” Colton extended a fluted glass across the table, nearly full of the bubbly stuff.
I stared at it a moment before taking it hesitantly—hey, he was underage, it wasn’t as if he needed it—and then I gulped down his glass too.
He watched me with a pleased glint in his gaze before murmuring, “So, about those earrings...?”
I cleared my throat and glanced away. I didn’t realize I’d started to play with them again un