I wonder what his name is.Is it as sexy as he looks? No, his name is probably Bob.
“You’re not a bother at all. My mom was going to drop by your place anyway. She keeps talking about it, so you might as well meet her now that you’re already here.”
I give my mom a look because I know she’s going to accept, but going in was not the plan at all. She ignores me.
“All right.” She gives him one last smile and walks through the door, leaving me behind with Mr. Hottie.
Looking me up and down, he clears his throat. “Are you coming in?”
His rich chocolate-brown eyes, full of wisdom, bore into mine. I know if I open my mouth and say anything, my voice will crack, like I’m a frog. So, that’s why I shrug my shoulders and hurry past him through the open doorway while secretly freaking out on the inside.
Keep calm, Trinity. You got this, girl.
From the corner of my eye, as we awkwardly walk down the hallway together in silence, I can see him raise an eyebrow in question and maybe surprise.
Why does he look relieved?
Finally glancing at me, he assesses me. “What’s your name?” his rough voice asks from beside me.
Mom’s voice gets louder each step I take down this long hallway. I’m not sure if I’m grateful for that, seeing that he asked me such a basic question and I’m having trouble forming words.
“Trinity Jones,” I say confidently even though I feel like cringing on the inside.
My body warms up when I feel his body heat. He’s so close to me. I might just pass out. This guy is hotter than Shawn Mendes—yes, ladies, I said it because it’s true. He’s so tall that the top of my head reaches just below his chin. His biceps are right in my face, practically begging me to run my finger along them.
Shut up, Trinity.
Why am I acting this way?I’ve never been affected by a guy this much.
Looking over at him, I find him looking down at me while biting his lower lip. When he notices I’m gazing at him, he pops it out of his mouth.
Holy.
“Aren’t you going to tell me your name?” I muster up the courage to tease him.
“You never asked,” he replies simply with a shrug of his shoulders.
I give him a sarcastic smile. “Well, now, I am.”
Tucking his hands in his hoodie pocket, he looks straight ahead. “My name is Leo Drakos. Leo is short for Leonidas.”
Say what now?
When I almost trip over my own feet, he smirks slightly. Leonidas is the hottest name I’ve ever heard in my entire life. The way his tongue rolled on theL.
Why does that suit him so well?I’ve never met anyone before with the name Leonidas.
“That’s Greek,” I point out when I compose myself.
He nods, and a smile lifts his face. “A Greek name for a Greek guy,” he says proudly.
Greek … holy shit.I thought he couldn’t get any better a second ago. I’m mistaken.
Now looking at him, I can clearly see his European features. His olive-toned skin, his dark hair. Yep, definitely attractive.
I question why I lose most of my confidence around him. I hate losing my cool and not being able to control myself fully. It’s probably because he’s so hot—and not to mention, Greek. Leonidas is the first guy to ever walk into this town who looks this droolworthy and expensive.
“Oh, there you are. I was worried you went home,” my mom says and breathes out a sigh of relief when I walk through the kitchen door. “This is my daughter, Trinity. Trinity, this is Athena.”
