Page 25 of Nodus Tollens
“What does it look like, Blue? I’m giving you the face.” I even fluttered my eyelashes for added effect.
She wanted to smile. I could tell that much just by the way she was fighting her mouth from turning up.
“You look ridiculous.” She deadpanned while her head cocked to the side. “Please tell me that hasn’t worked for you before?”
Of course not. I’ve never felt this desperate before in my life, especially to get a girl’s attention. At this point, I was willing to do anything.
“I mean, if right now counts, then yes…” I slowly turned my frown into a smirk and shifted my approach. My stare heated like when I saw her beautiful body bare, and for a moment, I thought I had her in my trap. The very tip of her tongue darted out and swiped innocently across her lower lip. And I innocently say because I felt like she had no clue how enticing that subtle act was. For the most part, I was known to be a gentleman, but something feral was clawing at my insides, desperate to get their paws on this girl.
To do what exactly? Nothing gentlemanly. That I can promise you.
“I give you a B for effort, but no, sorry.” She chuckled and went to reach for the door handle.
Dammit.
“A B, huh? I think that was at least an A-.” I joked while shoving my hands deep into my pockets. I knew this was most likely my cue to get the hell out, but every muscle in my body refused to move.
And there it finally was, what I’d been waiting for, and it was more beautiful than I could have imagined. A soft, reserved smile was radiating right in front of me, and it almost knocked me off my balance. Her plush mouth was turned upward while leaning more to one side than the other. I did that. I fucking made her smile, and all I could think about was making her do it more. Then, sadly, she seemed to have noticed my reaction to it because she quickly wiped it from her face.
“Eh, maybe if you had tears to make it more believable.”
Fuck! I knew I should have faked some tears!
“But the real question is, did it change your mind?” I arched a brow as she slowly pulled open her door and held it open for me.
My odds weren’t looking too good here, but I kept a grin on my face because, in the end, I at least got to see her smile.
To me, that was a win.
“Did your face change my mind? No, but it definitely reminded me of why I don’t have guys as friends.”
“How did my face remind you of that?”
Her shoulders were slightly relaxed, and her eyes never waved even an inch from mine. Something was on her mind, and whatever it was had disturbed her to the point she looked to be in pain. Her eyes closed tightly, and on a short, violent shake of her head, she finally frowned and met my gaze again.
A strong urge to rush to her aide overcame me, but instead, I remained rooted in the same spot, too fucking far away from Blue. It physically pained me to stand there, but I knew if I did, I’d react hastily and cup her cheek with my palm and search into those mousy eyes for what was wrong.
“Thanks for my phone, Hayes. I really do appreciate you bringing it here, but you need to go.” Her voice now saddened by whatever thought she just previously had. She stepped to the side, motioning for me to leave.
I didn’t want to force myself onto her anymore and put a damper onto the rest of her night. So, doing what I did best, I put a rehearsed smile on my face and with a nod, I began walking. Before I was fully evicted from her room, I stopped right beside her and turned my head.
“Till we meet again, Blue.”
She smiled sweetly.
“Don’t count on it, Hayes.”
You could say I left pretty fucking happy after that because I knew, I just knew, I had this girl just as much as she had me.
6
MAL
If you’ve been with one puck bunny, you’ve been with them all. Not in the literal sense, of course, but not much varied between them. Looks and performance wise, they were all the fuckin’ same. But in desperate times, when you needed a quick release, a puck bunny was the easiest, most willing option out there. So, when Hayes abandoned me at this rally tonight, I was left with a cloud of fury hanging over my head and a strong need to take that energy out on something.
Or someone, I should say, and when I got in moods like these, my tastes turned darker. A faulty wire due to a shitty past and upbringing, where degradation and aggressiveness took over and demanded authority. It was far from healthy, but I was the furthest thing from being normal. So, when I found a dark-haired beauty giving me fuck me eyes from across the stage, I took that as my chance to steal her away and take some of this anger out of me.
“Why can’t we go inside?” She pouted as I dragged her past the front steps of Hayes and I’s rented house and towards the side, where everything was pitch black.
