Page 28 of Love Unforgettable
Chapter 12
Lexie
I can’t believe this guy. What, he thinks he can just come strutting in all handsome cowboy like and I’m just going to worship the ground he walks on?
Not gonna happen, buddy.
Who wears dirty jeans to a restaurant anyway?
I had to wear a dress. And it was clean.
Though I do feel pretty in it. I suppose if I had to meet a really good-looking guy that I’d end up hating, I’d want it to be with me looking my best in a nice dress.
And when he put his hand on my back, there was that zing that went through my whole body. It was paralyzing. And panty wetting. I can still feel the imprint of his hand. Which only makes me wonder how both his hands would feel on other parts of my body.
Gah!
Abort thoughts, Lexie. Abort.
I don’t care about his hands. Because he’s a jerk.
I pull out onto the main street and head in the opposite direction of my house. Not entirely sure where I’m going. I just know I don’t want to go home. Not yet. I’m too keyed up.
Making up my mind, I head straight for Kat’s house. I don’t even care that I’ve left Mavis stranded. The devil-horse-owner-jerk-of-a-guy can give her a ride home for all I care. I send Kat a quick text at a stoplight to let her know I’m on my way. I arrive in record time, park in her circular drive, and walk in without knocking.
“Kat?” I call.
“Balcony. I’m practicing getting my Zen on and shit.”
“Well, get ready to do it with tequila.”
“This is why we’re besties!”
I grab tequila, lime wedges, salt, and shot glasses from her kitchen and head out to the balcony. Kat is lounging in a cushioned chair. The sunset view from her balcony is breathtaking. I love where I live, but if I had to pick a runner up spot, this would be it. Kat’s house is on the cliffs overlooking the Pacific Ocean with a stilted balcony that stretches out over the edge. At this time of day, it’s all shades of blue, green, orange, and red as the sun descends the horizon.
I set everything out on the small patio table between the chairs and pour us each a shot.
“What’s up, buttercup?” Kat asks.
“Shot first, talk second.”
“What are we drinking to?” She sits up and grabs one of the glasses.
“Giving zero fucks!” I raise mine in the air to emphasize my point.
“I like it. Here’s to giving zero fucks. Wait, zero fucks about what?”
“Kat, if we’re giving zero fucks, what difference does it make what it’s about?”
“Good point.”
Lick.
Salt.
Lick.
Shoot.
