Page 33 of Crazy for You
He flinched.
“I…”What was I going to say?Words were becoming difficult to find in my mushy brain.
With the pad of his thumb, he traced the outline of my lips.
I whimpered as my body became limp in his embrace. “I really need to call my dad.”
He studied my mouth as though it was the most fascinating thing to him. I could see the debate going on in his head: to kiss her or not to kiss her.
“Col—”
He placed his forefinger on my lips and shook his head.
Please don’t do it.Sure, I wanted Colton as badly as I needed mouthwash. I also had to stink like alcohol and sweat and the ocean.
I flattened my hands on his bare chest.Oh my!Soft skin, hard abs. The perfect combo. “My dad. He’s probably worried. He might think I drowned.”
As if I dumped a bucket of ice over him, Colton let go of me faster than I could take the words back. He shoved his phone against my chest. “Call your old man.” Then he dressed quickly.
I was such an idiot. “I’m… I’m sorry, Colton.”
“For what?” He practically bared his perfect straight white teeth.
“I didn’t mean—”
He got in my face. “You didn’t mean what?”
Shut up, Skyler. Call your dad.
His nostrils flared. “What?” He spun on his bare feet, shoving both hands through his hair.
I felt like a total loser. I wanted to say something to console him, but I knew firsthand that words didn’t mean much. Sure, the sentiment was nice when someone said how sorry she was for my loss, but it did nothing to erase the grief and sorrow I’d felt over my mom’s death.
I set the phone on the bed and quietly started for the door.
“Don’t you want to call your dad?” His tone was harsh, and he sounded hurt as well.
“I’ll find Georgia.” I hoped she was somewhere in the house.
Besides, in order to use his phone, I needed him to unlock it, and if I stayed in that room with him another second, I was seriously going to regret my actions.
“The last I saw her was in the sunroom downstairs. She was passed out,” he said.
And on that note, I left Colton standing near the bed with hurt written all over his beautiful face.
As soon as I was out in the massive hall, I sighed, my body deflating as if Colton had just stuck a pin in me. I had no idea where I was going or how to get downstairs, but when I passed a room next door, I could hear moaning and heavy breathing.
“That’s it,” Mia said in a breathless tone. “I’m almost there. Harder.”
I rolled my eyes and ran down the hall, passing pics of Grady and his family. No way was I stopping to check out any. When the stairs came into view, I ran faster, my feet pounding on the dark hardwood floor. I took them two at a time, and when I reached the bottom, Georgia was sitting on a plush bench near the front door, looking like she’d had a wild night too.
Her blonde hair was matted to her head and sticking up in some places, and her eyes looked like a raccoon’s with her smudged mascara. She yawned and popped to her feet when she saw me.
“Are you waiting for me?” I asked.
She yawned again. “I woke up a minute ago and was going to look for you, but my stomach protested. I had to sit.”
“Let’s get out of here.” I rushed to the massive wooden door.
