Page 73 of Capture the Moment
Fucking Hell—
“Hey, Princess.” Blake ignores Henry and plops down beside me, slinging his arm around my shoulder. I suppress a smile at Blake just as Henry begins to speak.
“Like I was saying babe, you should definitely do the editing if they’ll be anywhere as good as this right here” I stiffen as Henry chuckles, completely unaware of the storm brewing in the man beside me.
“Is that so, baby? You good with your hands?” Blake asks, his voice laced with a flirty lilt as he looks down at me, his eyes dark.
I gulp, letting his words register fully before chuckling breathily. “Um…”
“Oh, she’samazing—”
“I know.” Blake cuts Henry off mid-sentence, face completely devoid of emotion and it's then that Henry fully grasps that Blake isn’t being friendly.
Henry, bless his heart, smiles amused. “I’ll…Uh… I’ll see you around, babe.” He chuckles, gathering up his things and breakfast before giving me a small kiss on the cheek.
The action doesn’t go unnoticed by the brooding male beside me—Blake frowns at the kiss and folds his arms over his chest.
“See you around, Hen!” I beam back and try my hardest to fight off a laugh as Blake’s mouth drops in my peripheral vision. I mask my smile and bite my lip as I gather my things as well, taking a sip of the peach tea I’d ordered.
“You okay, Lover Boy?” I ask as the walking storm cloud beside me follows me silently pouting.
“Oh, me? I didn’t think you cared since you were talking toHen.” He pouts.
“Did you have a reason for interrupting our meeting, or are you just in the mood to walk beside me while you pout?”
Blake groans from behind me before sidling next to me, wrapping his arm around my shoulder. His hold is warm and protective as we stalk toward the quad where a few students are seated with their computers.
“I originally was going to call you but after seeing you sitting with Ricks, I decided to just talk in person. Besides, I know you missed seeing my handsome face,” he teases, twirling the end of my ponytail between his fingers. I pretend to be annoyed by the action, but I secretly love the attention he’s giving me, so instead of pushing him off, I let him continue.
“Obviously,” I muse.
“You coming to Jace’s birthday?” he asks me, coming to a halt in the middle of the quad, looking down at me.
I crinkle my nose at his abruptness, I hate being the center of attention regardless of if there’s only five other people around. Tugging Blake over to the large oak tree just a little bit away from the center of the quad, I turn to face him.
“Of course, I’m coming to the party thatIplanned.” I can see the mental fist pumps he’s doing as his eyes sparkle with his eagerness.
“It’s a Halloween party baby, so you know what that means.” He smirks bending down a little to match my height. I frown, I’m notthatdamn short. I am the average height of most American women, but Blake makes me seem like a garden gnome in comparison to his large frame.
“What?” I raise a brow at him.
“The freaks come out to play.”
That’s not… that’s not the saying. “I thought the saying was the monsters come out at night?” I scrunch my nose unknowingly and mentally slap myself when I realize it.
“I can be a monster, too, but they’re less sexy.”
thirty-three
Blake
I let out aloud and obnoxious sigh as the guys recap their weekend hookups all around the Harborview University guest locker rooms. We just finished one of the shittiest games we’ve had since the season started two weeks ago and I’m so ready to get back to Maryland.
Although we won the game, there was a serious issue with communication on our second line and when it came down to it, they let the Harborview Lions score not once but twice, leading us to be tied until Jace scored the winning goal.
So, you can imagine why I’m a little pissed that my team is busy talking about getting laid rather than working on becoming better at the sport that we put our lives on the line for. I’m annoyed, hot, and hungry.Bad combination.
“Nah, that bitch is bonkers man, stay away from Moaning Myrtle. She’ll bite you in the dick as soon as you try to get away,” I hear Braxton mumble to one of the freshman guys, Blaise Auclair. Blaise narrows his sage green eyes on the big man before smiling. Auclair’s our only French guy on the team, and a seriously weird kid at times, so it doesn’t surprise me one bit when he replies.
