Page 6 of Stay
Is this guy for real?
His eyes widen at the insinuation. “No,” he snaps with a bit of heat, “that’s not what I meant at all.” His expression turns to one of frustration as he runs a hand through his messy brown hair.
I’m momentarily distracted by those rich, chocolate-colored strands. Yup, totally dangerous.
“But that’s what you said.”
Thankfully, this conversation is going exactly where I need it to—and that’s right down the tubes. Like I said before—gorgeous guy, total asshole behavior. Guess I’m not as far off the mark as I’d originally suspected. But this is exactly what I want—for him to expose himself as a douche, and for me to move on without a second thought.
What doesn’t make sense is why I’m left with a vague feeling ofdisappointment. I force that thought away before I can examine it too closely.
Looking exasperated, which yeah, is a totally adorable look on him as well, he snaps, “Damn it, I know that’s what I said. All I wanted to do was apologize for Alex pissing you off.” He glares at me with those amazing golden eyes of his. “I’m apologizing on behalf of my friend. That’s it. Okay?”
Uncertain where we go from here, I shrug. “Fine. Apology accepted.”
It’s definitely time to leave. If this guy has any self-preservation skills whatsoever, he’ll let me go about my business without trying to detain me.
“Bye.” I give him a half wave and swing around to search the thick press of bodies for my roommate.
Make that my former roommate…
“Hold up!”
Holy crap!
All I want to do is shake this guy loose.
Why can’t he take a hint?
I’m not interested!
I don’t want to be interested.
I don’t need the distraction.
And he’s definitely a distraction.
“I need to find Brooklyn so I can get the hell out of here,” I mutter.
“What?” His breath feathers along the back of my neck, making goosebumps ripple across my arms. I grit my teeth, attempting to suppress my body’s natural reaction to him.
Heat flares in my narrowed eyes as I careen toward him for a third time. “Are you following me?” My gaze locks on his. As annoyed as I am right now, I still find him completely dreamy, which only exacerbates all those feelings of frustration and annoyance that are roiling through me.
“Um…yes?”
He sounds none too sure. His gaze holds mine, and even though I don’t want him melting the thick sheath of ice protecting me, he is.
I inhale a deep breath before slowly blowing it out and trying to calm the raging mess inside me once and for all.
“Look, you seem like a nice guy.” Well, as nice of a guy as I’m going find at an ass grabbing kegger. “But this isn’t going to happen.”
His brows slide together and it’s kind of…argh, it’s kind of adorable.
Aw hell, it’s completely adorable. Damn him for being completely gorgeous and adorable. That is such a lethal combination. I’m sure he has all the girls at Western swooning at his feet.
But I’m not one of those girls.
“What’s not going to happen?” His confusion only adds to his adorableness.
