Page 58 of 12 Months of Mayhem

The sight of him standing in front of me wearing jeans that fit him in all the right places along with a fitted dark gray T-shirt under his cut as well as boots on his feet, makes him look hot. Hotter than hot. Even better with the shades he’s wearing over his eyes. Guess it being cloudy out doesn’t bother him when it comes to him wearing his shades.

I wish he wasn’t because I’d love to see his eyes again. I found the bright green of his eyes beautiful. On him, they couldn’t be anything but.

“You left before you could give me your number,” he says. My eyes drop to watch his lips find each word. “Found out you go to school close by and where you live, decided to stop by.”

“You decided to stop by because you didn’t get my phone number?”

“Yep,” he smirks and steps closer. So close I could smell the cologne on him. It’s heaven. All wood and leather mixed with spice.

“So, you found out where I live and stopped by.” This doesn’t make any sense to me. Why would he . . . Wait a minute. Narrowing my eyes, I demand, “Were you put up to this?”

“Put up to what?” he asks as one of his brows lifts over his shades.

“Put up to coming here. Checking in on me.” I swear if he was, I was going to lose my mind.

“Nope,” he says way too easily.

I want to believe him, but I don’t. I know my best friends’ dads way too well.

“Don’t lie to me,” I whisper, dropping my gaze and shaking my head. “I can’t stand people who lie to me.”

Fool closes the distance between the two of us, reaches up and grips my chin, lifts my head, makes me look back up. The first thing I see is that he’s lifted his sunglasses up on top of his head. The second is his intense stare is locked on me.

“I don’t want to be someone you can’t stand, so yeah, they asked me to look into what was going on with you. Our club is only thirty minutes away, so it wasn’t that big of a deal. But for the record, knowing you were this close there’s no way I would have been able to not come and see you.”

“Why?” His admission baffles me more than I like to admit. It also warms a part of me I don’t understand.

“Why what?” he asks, while stroking his thumb across my bottom lip.

“Why would you come here to see me if not because you were told to?”

“How about we go inside your place, and I explain that to you?” Fool suggests, dropping his hand, only to take my free hand in his.

“Um, okay.” I don’t know why I’m agreeing to let him in my apartment but letting him in is what I’m about to do.

Hand in hand the two of us walk up to my door. I let go of his hand to dig my keys out of the side pocket of my bag and unlock the door. I step inside with Fool right behind me. He closes the door, sealing us inside and immediately the air feels a whole lot thinner than it usually does.

I’ve never had anyone in my apartment besides Kayla and Mercy. Or their parents.

I glance around seeing everything in order. Just the way I’ve always kept it. Nothing out of place. My little couch was situated as a divide from my kitchen. The TV was hanging on the wall, placed there by JC when he was here last Christmas. The kitchen was small and barely big enough for one person, but it worked. I was able to have my Ninja coffee maker set up on the small counter space. It’s all I needed to be honest. I thrived on coffee while at school.

“Nice place,” Fool mutters, drawing me out of my thoughts.

“Thanks,” I tell him and step back to put my stuff away and take my shoes off. I’m not one for wearing shoes in my space. I hate shoes, period, but I wear them because they’re a necessity. Plus, outside in the world who knew what you could be stepping into. The last thing I want is to step into a pile of dog poop. My neighbor upstairs has a little Shih Tzu that doesn’t care where it goes, including my front step.

After putting everything down, I return my attention back to Fool only to find him yet again in my space.

And it’s not just in my space, he’s in my space, his hands slide around my waist, his head comes downward, my head tilts back, his lips find mine.

Oh. Oh. Oh.

My. God.

Fool kisses me and it’s nothing like I’ve ever experienced before. Lips. Tongue. Control. He’s dominating it as if we were in a bed and he was inside me. But how can that be? It’s just a kiss.

Without breaking his mouth away from mine, Fool walks forward, me going backward. Our lips fused together, his tongue dueling with mine. He stops us at my couch and twists to sit and brings me with him, my legs going on either side of his waist.

Oh. Mighty. God. Please don’t let this be a dream.

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