Page 120 of Driftwood Daffodil

Memphis’s brows knit, “What?”

“They do look kind of culty,’ I waved my hand at the crowd. “And I am a virgin.”

He stood there blinking at me for a few seconds before saying, “I’m going to find Chuck.”

“That’s it, leave the human sacrifice alone.” Where was my gallant protector now?

He pointed at me, “There’s something wrong with you.”

Did I miss something? I thought we’d established that years ago.

“Go and find your boyfriend,” I waved him off. “But don’t blame me when my body is found drained of blood.”

Memphis shook his head and walked off while I tried to decide which way I was going to go. There was a large barrel on the left side of the crowd filled with what looked like hunch punch, and on the right was a silver keg. Not sure I wanted to risk the punch given the possible sacrifice and cult scenario, so I headed to the right.

There were three guys by the keg. All of whom I assumed were football players based on the varsity jackets they were wearing. One was sitting on a stump with his legs stretched out in a casual manner. Another leaned against a tree with his back to me, and the last one was sitting on the tailgate of a red truck manning the pump.

That was the one I walked up to. “Can I have one of those?”

A curl lifted the corner of his mouth when his sapphire gaze slid my way. “Hey there.”

I waited for him to fill up a cup for me but he didn’t move. He just sat there staring at me. I could almost feel his gaze sliding over my chest.

“Hello,” I snapped my fingers in his face. “Getting parched here.”

“Well, we can’t have that.” He didn’t even pull his eyes from my boobs when he reached out to grab a cup. “I don’t believe we’ve met.

“Actually we have.” We had English together, which he might know if he bothered to look at my face.

Boob boy’s gaze dipped a little lower as he leaned over to fill up my cup, “You want a drink?”

What the hell did he think he was doing? “No, I’d much rather watch you drool.”

“Uh huh,” he grunted. “You got a name sweetheart?”

The other two guys had now joined in the great nipple stare down.

“Yeah,” I snatched the now full cup out of his hand. “It’s Boobs McGee.”

Gawker number two nodded, “That’s a great name.”

He only heard the word boobs didn’t he? Maybe they really did have magical powers. On the upside, I shouldn’t have a problem finding guys to make out with. Not these guys though. Pretty sure they didn’t know I had a mouth.

“Nice ass,” one yelled when I walked away.

At least that one knew I had other body parts. That was progress.

I melded into the crowd to search for my first test subject. After about thirty minutes of getting the same reaction from every guy I talked to, I came to the conclusion that it wasn’t happening tonight. But I did make a mental note to never wear this shirt again. It might even be a good idea to burn it when I got home. No clothing should have that kind of power.

Giving up on my quest to find a better kisser, I made my way through the crowd to the spot where Memphis and Chuck werestanding. Or should I say arguing. Chuck did not look happy. He was scowling and waving his hands through the air.

It didn’t take long for me to figure out what they were fighting about.

“You always let her pull you into this shit.”

“She’s my best friend, Chuck.”

Awe, they were arguing about me. I was flattered, though technically I didn’t pull Memphis into anything. He lunged head first into Atlee.

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