My dress is still damp, and I know I’m rocking that “just fucked” look well because I’m still getting checked out by his friends.
“Sierra,” Crane sighs. “You’re still wet.”
My hair clings to my face, and I know I probably look like shit.
“I’ll be fine.”
“Are you cold?” Crane looks concerned, glancing back to the car. “I can grab you my hoodie?”
I’m not too cold, but I want the hoodie. I don’t care how ridiculously juvenile it is of me to want to wear his clothes, but I do.
“Is that okay?” I ask, reaching for a menu. “I can grab it if you want?”
“Nah, I’ll go. Order me whatever you’re having.”
Crane heads out to the car, and I follow him with my eyes, unable to believe we’ve finally had sex.
Not just a kiss; full-blown sex.
Wait till I tell Kiki.
“Hey.”
Tearing my eyes away from Crane, I see one of the guys from the table studying me.
“You were at that party!”
Bemused, I shrug.
“Probably.”
The guy laughs, sliding into the seat before me.
“You were dancing on a table. It was hot.”
Alright, Captain Obvious. The guy is pretty good looking, in that all-American kind of way. Blond hair, blue eyes, tanned.
Meh.
He’s not Crane.
“Layton? You’re at the wrong table.”
A hoodie is thrust into my lap, and I yank it over my head, shivering as the scent of Crane washes over me.
Mother of God, it’s beautiful.
“Mmm,” I sigh and look up to see Crane and Layton staring at me like I’ve grown another head.
“I was just looking out for her, Michaels. You don’t leave a girl likethatalone anywhere.”
Okay, I like this guy.
“Aww, thanks,” I tell him, giving him a warm smile.
Crane, however, isn’t smiling.
“Well, now I’m back.”
