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And the food’s good too.
With a huff, she turns back to me. She opens those pretty lips of hers and my brain fritzes out as I wonder what she would look like choking on my cock.
What the hell is wrong with me?
Chapter 4
Jenny
“What the hell is wrong with you?”
He just keeps staring at me and I reach over and tap him on his head. “Hello, is there anybody in there?”
His head pulls back and he narrows his amber-brown eyes on me. Whiskey eyes. Rimmed in long, dark lashes that flutter as he seems like he’s finally waking up.
“I’m just tired.”
I shake my head. “Nope. I’m not buying it. You’ve been staring at me for quite awhile. Why?”
He huffs and glares at me. “Why do you have to be such a pain in the ass? I told you I’m tired.”
“And I told you that I don’t believe you. You don’t have big shadows under your eyes....”
“Like you do.”
Ignoring him, I continue. “You look rested. Your eyes are clear and bright.”
His head cocks and he smirks. “You like my eyes?”
I sit back and glare at him again, crossing my arms. “You’re annoying, you know that.”
He leans back and crosses his own arms and my traitorous damn eyes follow the way his biceps flex and bunch, checking out a tattoo that seems like it’s moving.
“Is that fire on your arm?”
His eyes jerk to his arms and then swivel up, narrowing. “My tattoo?”
“Yeah. I love a guy with a good tattoo. You got anymore of them?”
His firm lips stretch into a knowing grin. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
I want to pat myself on the back for making him smile. I get the feeling that he doesn’t do it very often. “I would actually.”
“You’re exhausting.”
Pain shimmers inside me and I push it down. I see a quick glint in his eyes that makes me think he saw it though. “I try.” I pick up my glass of water and take a long drink, looking around the restaurant again.
It’s your typical beach-front bar with grass skirts and crabs on the wall. The neon by the bar is of some brand of beer that is mass-produced somewhere else. The local stuff is here but it’s not on display. Because most tourists would rather have something they know even though they’re on vacation. The whole point of a vacation is getting away from your life and experiencing new things.
But that’s not how most people feel. They want some kind of familiarity even amongst the new experiences.
“I’m sorry,” he mutters.
My head whips back and I stare at him, stunned. “What on earth for?”
“I don’t know what I said but something hurt you. I don’t want to hurt you.”
My lip quirks. “Just make fun of me and nag me a little bit, huh?”
