Page 19 of Silent Count
While I eat, I listen to the girls talking and laughing, and it makes me smile. They’re funny, talking about their predictions for the show and making guesses on who will hook up. But what I hear next stops me in my tracks.
“Speaking of hookups, Chelsea, whatever happened to that guy you were hanging out with occasionally last year? He was kind of cute,” Noelle asks her.
What guy? I don’t remember any guys hanging around. She definitely didn’t bring anyone over here.
Chelsea lets out a laugh. “Oh, Patrick? He was just someone to mess around with. Nothing serious at all.”
“Patrick, that’s right. I couldn’t think of his name for some reason,” Noelle says.
“Yeah, he wasn’t all that memorable in any area, if you know what I mean,” Chelsea says, and they all laugh.
“Oh, there’s a really hot guy in my Art Therapy class. I could get his number for you. He seems like your type,” Charlie says.
“What’s my type?” Chelsea asks her with a giggle.
“Like, studious? I don’t know.” Charlie starts to laugh. “Just seems like someone I could see you with. Definitely not my type, but he is cute.”
“Thanks, Charlie, but I’ll pass. The last guy I hooked up with who was ‘studious’ got a little too serious, too fast. It has been a while for me though,” she says with a sigh.
I mean, I volunteer.
They move on to talk about the show again, and I finish eating, still listening in. They’re funny together.
Once I’m done, I clean up my dishes. Then I grab my bag from near the doorway and head toward my room. I’d love to hang out with Chelsea, but she seems like she’s having fun with the girls, so I don’t want to intrude. As I pass by them, I can’t help but look over at her. We make eye contact, and I smile at her, and she smiles back.
When I get to my room, I set my bag down near my dresser and pull out clean boxers and shorts and set them on my bed. I need to jump in the shower since I didn’t shower at the field today. In all honesty, I wanted to get home to see if Chelsea was here yet.
I walk across the hall and into the bathroom and take one of the fastest showers of my life. I step out of the shower and grab my towel, rubbing it over my head, then wrap it around my waist. I swipe some deodorant on, run my comb through my hair, grab my dirty clothes, and step out into the hall, the towel hanging from my hips.
Walking to my room, I catch someone staring at me from the opposite end.
Not just anyone.
Chelsea. She must have been heading from the living room into the kitchen, but now she’s standing there, her pretty mouth slightly parted, staring at me with her eyes wide. Her eyes roam from my chest and take a detour south until she gives a little squeak and then blinks as if she wasn’t just checking me out.
I wink at her, then walk into my room, tossing my dirty clothes in my hamper in the corner. I played it cool in thehallway, but internally, I’m fucking reeling. The cutest girl in all of Walker was definitely checking me out. No doubt.
After running the towel over my body one time, I throw it into the corner, right into the middle of the basket. I pull my boxers up my legs, then my shorts. I should probably put a shirt on before I walk back out there, but … I think I’ll test the waters with Chelsea a little.
I need to know if I affect her like she does me.
CHAPTER
SIX
CHELSEA
Bo Callaway isa true work of art.
His body is made of marble, I swear. He’s long and lean, with just a little muscle bulk. I’ve been to this house a dozen times and never caught any of the guys in a state of undress. Of course it had to be Bo. I already think he’s crazy attractive with clothes on. Without them, he’s mind-numbingly hot.
I probably looked like a deer in headlights.
I had gotten up to get a drink during an ad break of our show when I heard the door open from the hallway and instinctively turned to look. When I saw Bo standing there, shirtless, a towel hanging low on his waist, I felt like I couldn’t move. And when I say low, I mean I could see a nicely trimmed happy trail leading to what I have no doubt is a beautiful package.
Yes, I’m envisioning the man naked.
Now, I know not all men who are pretty like Bo have beautiful dicks, but let’s be so for real. I’m sure he does. And a girl like me, who loves a good hookup without all the fuss, wouldn’t mind finding out. Like right now. Would it be weird forme to stroll back on down that hallway and walk into his room and rip that towel off?
