I might find someone to worship me, maybe Ryan, and maybe Morgan. Hell, maybe both of them.
"I'll think about it," I said. "I should get changed. I'm meeting Ryan at the Frosty Brew in a few minutes."
Whitney grinned. "I love that for you. In fact, I'm headed over there myself. I'll walk with you."
"If you don't mind waiting." This was an offer I had no trouble accepting. In the city, women didn't walk anywhere alone. I wouldn't do it here either. Besides, I liked Whitney. She was only a couple of years older than me, and warm and generous.
Between her, Morgan and Ryan, I might just stick around town for a bit longer.
"I don't mind at all." She plopped down on the bed. "You should definitely wear the skinny jeans. They'll look amazing on you. And this sky blue T-shirt would go perfectly with your eyes." She pulled it out of the pile and handed it to me. "Those boys won't know what hit them when you walk in the room."
"I don't know about that," I said. I shimmied out of Morgan's clothes and pulled on the ones she picked out.
A glance in the mirror confirmed she was right. I did look good like this. Casual, but sexy. Like I was hoping someone would peel the clothes off me.
"You look incredible," she said, almost bouncing up and down. "You're going to knock the whole town out tonight. I dare you to send a selfie to Kevin to show him what he's not getting anymore."
I was about to say no, but I picked up my phone, aimed it at my reflection in the mirror and took a photo of me flipping him off. Before I could change my mind, I sent it to him.
"I don't usually do things like that." I bit my lip.
She grinned. "Welcome to Aurora Hollow."
6
PAISLEY
It turns out,Whitney was right again when she said I'd catch eyes tonight. The moment I stepped into the Frosty Brew, I felt like they were all on me. Heads swivelled. Chatter stopped for a few moments before resuming again.
Whitney gave me a knowing look and patted my arm before almost shoving me in Ryan and Morgan’s direction. They and another guy stood around a table, talking about something that had them smirking. None had a drink in their hand yet. They must have just arrived as well.
"Don't you look different?" Morgan drawled, looking me up and down. He seemed to like what he saw.
Ryan's jaw worked like it was on a hinge that he couldn't quite control. He cleared his throat before saying, "Beautiful."
The third guy, not as tall as Ryan, with a slender but muscular build, stepped in front of them both and offered his hand.
"Blaise Edwards." He cocked an eyebrow expectantly, clearly waiting for me to give my name.
"Paisley Graham." I shook his hand. "Are you friends with these two?" I slid my gaze toward Morgan and Ryan.
"If I said I'd never met them before, would you believe me?" Blaise grinned.
"Fuck off," Ryan told him. "Blaise and I have known each other our whole lives. He used to eat crayons."
"Ignore him." Blaise elbowed him. "He's the one who used to eat crayons. Morgan too, probably."
Morgan grunt-laughed. "Leave me out of this. I've never put a crayon in my mouth in my life. Other things, yeah." He gave me a wink.
"Dick?" Blaise asked, his blue-grey eyes showing he was teasing.
"Now who's projecting?" Morgan leaned his elbow on the bar.
Blaise's face turned slightly pink, but he had no answer for that.
He'd get no judgement from me.
"Anyway, Paisley and I are going next door to eat," Ryan said.
