“Interesting. You don’t seem like the same kind of guy…at all.”
“We aren’t,” he admits, and I snort out a laugh.
“Sorry. I don’t have a cute laugh,” I say, covering my mouth.
“I think it’s cute. I think you’re cute.” Callum takes a bite of his burrito and doesn’t look at me.
Meanwhile I am gawking at him.
“So, I have to be honest,” I say as we finish up and keep walking. We end up grabbing another round of drinks and because it’s Vegas, we carry them with us down the strip.
“Shoot,” he says, one hand on his cup and one hand in his pocket.
“My sister kind of micromanages my life,” I tell him. “And her entire goal on this bachelorette trip was to get me laid.”
Callum’s attention darts over to me and we stop walking.
Well, he stops walking and I run into him.
PSA– those abs are just as hard as they looked on stage.
“Are you for real right now? It’s her bachelorette party and she is hyper focused on you–”
“Getting laid. Yes.”
With that, he laughs. A real, belly laugh that lights my nerves on fire and makes me want to figure out how to do it again.
“That is…some college bullshit,” he says, wiping his hand down his face before gulping down more of his drink.
“And it’s my life. Welcome to it.”
“I think you should tell your sister to kick rocks, and you should do what you want to tonight, starting with having another drink with me.”
My eyebrows stitch together, and I study him.
This is…not what I was expecting.
Maybe it’s the alcohol.
Maybe it’s the city.
Or maybe Callum never lets loose either and Vegas somehow seems like a land of opportunity.
Or regret.
Either way, I can’t stop staring at him.
“I’ll have another drink with you,” I say.
We stop in one of the casinos and grab some very overpriced cocktails. Callum pulls out a card, tips 25% and doesn’t bat an eye.
“Thank you,” I say as we make our way back down the street.
“Don’t thank me. Just do me a favor.”
I stop walking. “What kind of favor?”
“Have a good time. Do what you want to do. If I had to guess, and this is all surface level assumption, I think you are smart, witty, funny, and don’t need your sister telling you what to do.Not to mention, you’re very sexy. So, Amanda, what do you want to do? The night is young, and the city is yours.”
