Page 65 of Bad Crush
There’s a knock at the door, and all three of us look at it but don’t move.
“Go away. We’re too poor to buy anything, and we’ve already found Jesus,” Dakota yells.
Ginny giggles. “What if it’s Girl Scouts selling cookies or hot firefighters checking smoke alarms?”
“If you have cookies, knock three times,” Dakota yells again.
“What about the firefighters?” Ginny asks.
“My stepdad is a firefighter. Kind of ruins the fantasy for me.”
The knock comes again.
“Only once must not be Girl Scouts.” Dakota shrugs, and I sit back on the floor where we’ve got a whole home spa thing going on. Wine, nail polish, face masks, and magazines.
Ginny gets to her feet. “The suspense is killing me.”
“Can you hand me the white polish?” I ask Dakota while Ginny goes to see who it is. We see our fair share of solicitors here, and the only person I really want to be on the other side of that door is out with the guys tonight.
“Uhh, Reagan,” Ginny calls from the door. “I think you want to see this.”
“Who is it?” I ask. “Firefighters?”
She doesn’t answer, just smiles, and opens the door wide.
Adam steps through.
I gape at him. He’s so handsome. He still takes my breath away sometimes. “What are you doing back so early?”
I can barely pull my eyes away from him, but I do note that Heath, Rhett, and Maverick file in behind him.
“Go away. You’re supposed to be at guys’ night,” Dakota says from behind me. “I never get these two to myself anymore.”
“What exactly are you supposed to be, Kota?” Maverick asks her.
My hands go to my face.
“I’m a narwhal, Ginny’s a tiger, and Reagan’s a llama. Duh,” my roommate tells him.
Oh shit. I’m a llama. I’m a llama standing in front of my incredibly sexy crush. A freaking llama.
I duck my head and use my hand as a shield. “We’re having a spa night. You guys aren’t supposed to be here.”
“I know, but I needed to see you.” Adam steps forward and leans down to see my face.
“Uh-huh.” Can llamas blush? I motion toward the bathroom. “I just need a few minutes.”
“Don’t go.” He grabs my hand. “This can’t wait.”
Slowly, this llama faces her dream man. “Okay.”
“Reagan, I…” Adam’s brow furrows. “I’ve been thinking…” He stops again and looks around. “I’m no good at speeches, so I wrote it down.”
Maverick steps forward and hands him a stack of poster boards. The first one says my name. Maverick plays a song from his phone. He even holds it over his head and sways in time with the music.
Adam smiles shyly as he drops the first poster board, the next one reads,The past few weeks have been amazing.
I smile. They really have. The guys must know what the poster boards say, which makes sense since they came over together, but they’re watching me instead of Adam, and I’m blushing hard.
