Page 78 of Run For Me
“Kinda. Come on.”
We make our way back into the large living room where people are dancing in the middle and others are sitting on the couches against the walls. I look over the people in here, and each guy Isee that has a similar body to JT, I linger for a moment longer. We end up in another room that looks like a study.
“Amelia!” someone shouts, and she squeals, putting her arms up as a guy walks over to her and dwarfs her in his arms.
He’s much taller than JT, so I already know it isn’t him. Plus, his arms are bare.
He’d be smart enough to have covered his tattoos, since he knows I know what they look like. So, short-sleeved guys aren’t him.
“Who’s your friend?” he asks.
“This is Sailor,” she says, pulling me closer to her. “Sailor, this is Donny.”
“Hey, Donny,” I say, giving him an awkward wave.
“Nice to meet you, Sailor,” he says with a smile.
He’s cute, in a pretty boy type of way. Deep dimples, full lips, 90s blond hair. Looks like he’s a football player or something.
“Did you girls just get here?” he asks, leading us over to a couch, where we all sit. I take up the end, while Amelia is in the middle and Donny on the other end.
The music is loud in here, but not as bad as in the other room. The floor and walls shake from the bass, but at least I can hear what they’re saying. Though, I’m not really listening. I’m glancing around the room, peaking out the doorway, wondering if he’s found me already. And almost as if he knows I’m wondering about him, I get a text.
JT:You look hot as fuck.
Me:I bet you do too, but I wouldn’t know.
JT:Just trust me; I do.
I huff out a laugh, put my phone down and turn back to Amelia, who is facing Donny and looking at him with little hearts in her eyes. Damn, she’s got it bad for him. It’s kind of adorable. Though, if I had to guess, he’s just looking to get laid. As most college guys are.
When my drink is empty, Amelia is just about finished with hers, so the three of us go to the kitchen to make another drink. I grab another from the cooler, while Amelia makes hers. She’s laughing so hard from whatever Donny is saying that she keeps spilling all over the table.
“Stop it,” she says through a giggle, pushing him away. He leans in, whispering something in her ear.
Well, I’m pretty sure I’ll be on my own soon if this keeps up. She’ll be swooped away to some random bedroom. I turn, bumping into someone with my shoulder.
“Oh, sorry,” they say, and their voice sounds way too familiar.
I jerk my head around, watching as they walk away.
Perfect height, perfect body… I think that’s him. It could be him.
I stare at his strong back, the way the white thermal shirt hugs every muscle. It’s long-sleeved. His dark hair is cut short in the back and longer on top.
“Hey, hello, Sailor. You have a boyfriend. Stop gawking,” Amelia says, waving a hand in front of my face.
“Right, sorry,” I say with a laugh, then take a drink. “Where’d your friend go?” I ask.
“He went outside to go smoke with his friend Colton.”
“Oh, okay. So… what are we supposed to do?” I ask, looking around at everyone talking.
I’m not a social person; I can’t just walk up to people and make friends. So, do we just stand around awkwardly? This is so weird.
“We just hang out,” she says with an eye roll. “Come on.” With a sigh, I walk with her into the other room. “Do you want to dance?” she asks.
“Not particularly.”
