As if feeling the thick Nevada air for the first time, Sarah lifts her hand to her neck, pressing her palm against her clammy skin. Nick squints as he watches her, wishing he hadn't indulged in quite so much pot. There is something familiar about her, something about the way she moves, sits, speaks. Something about the way she drags her finger in lazy circles around the glass. Something he can't put his finger on. She looks at him as she pushes her drink away and grips her purse.
PS I'm sorry to anyone waiting for an update on I Still... I sat down to work on that and this came out instead!
Categories: Fanfiction > Backstreet Boys
Warnings: Sexual Content
Word count: 1809