Page 5 of Crazy for You
It took me a minute to register the girl’s voice as Mia’s.
Georgia came into view, her big green eyes wide as she squatted down. “That schmuck hit you. Are you alright?”
I winced, blowing out a breath as my elbow burned and throbbed. “Schmuck as in Grady?” I vowed to kill the star QB of Blue Oaks High if it were him, even if I was at fault for not looking where I was going.
“I can’t see who it is. The perv drives a gray truck. So no, not asswipe Grady.” Georgia helped me up, her small hands gentle as she brushed off the pebbles from my bleeding elbow.
I glanced around, trying to look at who’d hit me, but the crowd was in the way.
Georgia waved off the people. “Give her some breathing room.”
The kids scattered like rats.
“You’re an ass,” Mia shouted in her deep and scary voice. Anytime she got mad, her temper came out in Oscar-worthy form. According to Mia, it was the Italian in her.
I righted my backpack and collected my skateboard. Then I homed in on Mia, who was wagging her finger at a boy.
Suddenly, my knees went weak, my heart sped up, and sweat beaded on my neck.
Georgia nudged me. “Is that who I think it is?”
Mia shook her dark head of hair as she stomped toward us in her wedge sandals. “The dude is gorgeous, but he’s a jerk.”
He was definitely drool-worthy and hotter than I remembered.
Mia snapped her fingers, zapping Georgia and me out of our trances. “Ladies, focus. Do you know him?” She stuck her hands on her hips, her white jersey top lifting above her black shorts to expose her belly ring.
I bobbed my head. “Yep.”
“Well,” she said. “Who is he?”
He’s the boy next door who makes my palms clammy, my belly tingle, and my brain a pile of mush.
Colton Caldwell stood with his brown eyes wide, frozen in place as though someone had stopped time. He looked like a Greek god, taller, brawnier, and dreamier than I remembered. His wavy brown hair was longer than before and skirted his shoulders. His thighs were thicker, his arms more muscular. Instantly, the butterflies in my stomach took flight, flapping their wings, wild and crazy.
Holy cow!
Georgia was telling Mia all about Colton as he strutted up to me, his swagger screaming hot.
“Skye?” My name rolling off his tongue was pure heaven, and he smelled like sandalwood as he towered over me.
I considered myself tall for a female at five foot seven, but Colton was well over six feet.
I was going to faint.
With his long fingers, he took my right hand. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t see you. Can I take a look?”
He could do whatever the hell he wanted to me.
My chest rose and fell as I struggled for air. At any moment, I was afraid I might throw myself at him or run my hands through his thick, damp hair.
Breathe,a quiet voice in my head urged.
Mia and Georgia’s voices were muted even though they were tittering and chatting about the statue state I was in.
“You should get this cleaned up,” Colton said in his smooth, delectable Southern accent. “I think I have a first-aid kit in the truck.”
I sighed. I would need more than a first-aid kit to break the magical spell he had on me.
