Page 40 of Infatuated as They Come
“So?” I took my jacket off and laid it on Holly’s shoulders, the sleeves a little too long for her. “Looks better on you, anyway.”
She pecked my lips. “You ready to go home? My legs are killing me.”
“You just want me to give you a massage.”
“Hm, maybe. Sounds like a good end to this week. Let’s go find us a cab.”
And we were just about to turn around and head on home when I heard someone call out Holly’s name. Looking over to the source of the noise, Isaw a guy approaching us, a big grin on his face as he gave Holly a wave. Hair all neatly swept back, he slipped his hands into the pockets of his jeans as he stood in front of us.
“Oh, Nate, hi,” Holly said, still tucked up against me. “I didn’t know if you were coming tonight.”
Ah. So this was him. This was Nate. He had that whole all-American, Ivy League look to him, the kind Holly’s dad probably went crazy over.
“I got here late so I kinda missed the whole cheer show,” he said with a sheepish chuckle. “My bad.”
“Oh, don’t worry about it. This is Sawyer, by the way! My boyfriend!” she said, her voice all cheerful. “Sawyer, this is Nate.”
And she said that word so proudly too.Boyfriend. I couldn’t get enough of her saying that.
“Oh, I finally get to meet Sawyer,” Nate said, one arm outstretched as a grin spread across his face. “I’ve heard a lot about you from Holly’s dad.”
“All bad things, I’m guessing,” I said as I shook his hand.
“Yeah, pretty much.”
“Sure. Makes sense.”
“Holly’s dad said your hair was down to your ankles. I see he exaggerated,” he said.
“He said that?” Holly muttered, pressing her face into my chest. “Oh my God, why is he like this?”
Nate shrugged. “I never take anything he says seriously. It’s hard to when I always beat him at golf. You don’t go to the club Sawyer? I’ve never seen you there.”
“Golf’s not really my thing,” I said. Neither were country clubs, and I was pretty sure they wouldn’t let me in, anyway.
“It gets kinda boring, I get it. But it helps me relax which is why I was there a lot before the semester started. That’s why I kept bumping into Holly’s dad.” He gestured to her. “It’s better than therapy.”
“What were you so stressed about?” Holly asked.
“Gap year, remember?” He rolled his eyes. “I should be in Fiji right now. On a Fijian beach. Drinking Fiji Water. Hanging out with Fijian babes.”
“You can buy Fiji Water here if that helps at all,” Holly offered.
“It’s not the same,” he said before looking at me. “Anyway, you and me should sit together next time, Sawyer. You a football fan?”
“I’m more of a hockey guy, but I like watching Holly cheer,” I said. “But I had fun, I guess. Team was pretty good tonight.”
“Holly said you’re good at fixing cars. Mine’s kinda having some issues. Think you could take a look at it? I swear the dealership’s tryna rip me off.”
I gave him a shrug. “Yeah, bring it over. We’ll check it out.”
“I can text you the address,” Holly piped up. “It’s over at—”
“Holly, there you are!” A loud, blonde cheerleader was suddenly storming up to us. “I was looking for you! Ooh, cute jacket.”
“Thanks,” Holly said with a sweet little laugh, pressing herself up against me some more. “Sawyer, this is Claudia. Claudia, this is Sawyer.
“Hi, Holly’s boyfriend!” Claudia waved at me. “Holly talks about you a lot. Can I borrow her for a minute? We’re taking photos!”
