Page 7 of The Way We Collide

“The Fall Guy.”

“Never saw it.”

She shakes her head disapprovingly. “I can’t believe you live in LA, and you don’t know movies.”

“I know football.” I give her a wink, and she reaches for another cherry.

“I’m not even going to ask what you were doing listening to Taylor Swift in the locker room.” She’s so sassy, it’s terrific.

“It’s Dylan’s fault. She plays her music all the time.”

As if on cue, “Love Story” by Taylor Swift begins, and Rachel and Liv and Allie and just about every female at the receptionrace to clump together in a circle, singing every single word at the top of their lungs.

“See what I mean?” I nod in their direction. “You can join them if you want. I won’t judge.”

She arches an eyebrow as if it’s a dare. “Youcan join them if you want.Iwon’t judge.”

I bite back my grin, studying the golden flecks in her brown eyes. She’s bewitching with that dimpled grin, with her dark hair hanging in smooth waves down her back.

I have to thank my little sister for choosing an off-the-shoulder style with a slit up the leg for their dresses. It’s floor-length, but it gives me the most tantalizing view of Raven’s gorgeous body. I want to lift, squeeze, and bite every inch of her.

I’m dying to hear what she sounds like when I make her come.

“I’d rather stay here with you.” I dip my chin, giving her my best smolder.

“High praise, coming from a true fan.”

“I’ll show you a true fan.” I catch her around the waist, and she laughs, loud and hearty.

She really slays me with that laugh. The dimple in her cheek deepens as she merrily blinks up at me. “Hendrix Bradford, are you trying to get in my pants?”

“Yes. Is it working?”

Her lips twist, and she tries to fight her smile. “Maybe.”

Damn, I want to kiss her, which catches me off-guard.

I confess to being a “lust at first sight” type of guy, but this is something different. This kind of lust feels dangerous. I need to bring it down a bit.

I shrug my coat off my shoulders, putting it on the back of a nearby chair. “So you’re not a fan of the most popular singer of our generation?”

“Of course, I like Taylor Swift. I’m not sure I believe you like her.”

“She’s very talented. I even like the songs she writes for other artists.”

“Such as…”

“‘Better Man’ by Little Big Town?”

“That’s a good one.”

“Sometimes in the middle of the night?”

“I can feel you again.”

“Come on, that’s just good shit.”

“Okay, I believe you.” She holds up her empty glass. “And I like a man who can praise a woman so easily. It shows you’re very confident.”

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