Page 6 of Mr. Wrong
That’s what happened.
Ridiculous.
That’s the first word that popped into my head when I looked at him. Dark blond hair, just long enough to be considered unruly. Strong, angular jaw covered in golden stubble. Soft, generous mouth. Straight, white teeth. Deep-set eyes, the kind of blue that if you look into them for too long, a search party is going to have to be formed to find you. Tattoos reaching up from the collar of his shirt to lick at his neck. I’m pretty sure the termridiculousextends to what’s going onunderthe shirt too.
Ridiculous… and vaguely familiar. Not in adidn’t I see you on TVsort of way. In anI passed you on the street last week and almost ran into a light post because I was staring so hardkind of way.
It’s the fact that he’s so ridiculously out of my league and possibly semi-famous that I felt comfortable talking to him in the first place. There is no way a guy who looks like this is going to be interested in someone who looks like me. I’m a gatekeeper. I’m the girl guys like him start conversations with so they can get to girls like Dani. No need to get all tongue-tied and stupid over a guy I can only dream about because girls like me don’t get ridiculous.
We get bland.
Average.
Respectable.
The human equivalent of vanilla pudding.
Guys like Derek.
Derek is a douche. He broke up with you, remember?
It was mutual.
No, it wasn’t. He dumped you.
Yeah, but he says he misses me. That counts for something, right?
Yeah, it says he expected you to be waiting for him. That he takes you for granted.
It says you dodged a bullet because when Derek broke up with you, you weren’t heartbroken about losing him. You were panicking over the fact that losing him meant you didn’t have a plan anymore.
It says you’re so tightly wound that you’d rather marry a guy you don’t love and be miserable for the rest of your life than not have a list of step-by-step life directions to follow.
It says that you need some headboard-knocking, tectonic plate shifting, come-so-hard-your-grandma-can-feel-it-in-Decatur sex in your life and you need it right freakin’ now.
Maybe so, but not with this guy.
No way.
If I can’t take my shirt off in front of someone who is firmlyinmy league, then I sure as hell can’t take it off in front of someone who isn’t even playing the same sport as—
Shit, he’s talking to me.
“Hmm?”
Great. Now that Dani has unceremoniously dumped me in his lap and run out of here like the place is on fire, I’ve fallen victim to selective mutism.
My struggle must be obvious because the corner of his mouth kicks up in a smirk. “I said,what’s ridiculous?”
Your face.
The hope that you might let me sit on it.
“Dani.” I blurt out her name like a swear word.
“Dani’s your friend?” He glances at the door she just ran through.
I nod even though I’m suddenly sure thatfriendis a strong word. She’s not my friend. She’s a sadist. “I just moved here a few days ago and my boyfriend just dumped me and she thinks I need—”
