What a shame.
Checking my watch, I realized I had about a half hour to check in with Silas before nighttime plunging the grounds into darkness. I wasn’t a poor navigator by any means, but this was unfamiliar territory and trying to find a couple I barely knew in the dark with other people wandering around would be annoying.
Especially, with a few bonfires being erected and having no clue which one they were going to be at.
I was looking for a quick fix, not some long and drawn out chase. I didn’tchase—I attracted.
As I turned to head back to my cabin, I stopped dead in my tracks, seeing a familiar face walking toward me.
“Glad to see you’re making friends.” Blake flashed me a smile.
He had on a light jacket that wasn’t zipped. His shirt was no longer half tucked in and fell fully out from under his waistband’s trap. The clothes were baggy on him, hiding what I was suspecting was a very healthy six pack under all of that fabric.
My toes curled inside my boots. “Well, well. Look who it is.”
He had the decency to wince at least. “Sorry about earlier. Had some things to deal with.”
The gold and pink rays from the sunset bathed him in a warm tone. His amber eyes mixed with the red hues, giving them a flame-like appearance that drew me in immediately.
What was it about Blake that enchanted me instantly?
A moth to a bonfire, as it were.
This would’ve been so much easier if I hadn’t just gotten laid two days before I came on this trip and had the excuse of a fried libido. Right now, I was just simply being a fucking horndog.
Straight?
Gay?
Bi?
I was dying to know. The LGBTQ youth group threw me off until I remembered that straight people couldalsocare about being good allies. Particularly when it came to kids. They were a soft spot for most people.
Maybe it was because he was sporty. They were always hard to read. Homoerotisim was bred into any male-dominated sport, especially if it came with any sort of manhandling, like wrestling.
Who came up with the idea that a sport like that was peak masculinity?
I’d pretzeled more guys into those positions when fucking them then ever in any competition on a mat.
“Hope it was a rescue mission.” And not something stupid like someone else needing his attention more than me.
That would be an even bigger insult to him growing bored of me.
Then again, that could also be for the best. I was supposed to be occupying my time with other participants, after all.
He stopped in front of me, crossing his arms over his chest in a loose manner. He wore a playful smile, the corners of his eyes crinkling.
How bad was it that I wanted to reach out and brush my hand through the tangled mess of his hair and smooth the front fringe out of his eyes?
It looked like he’d been running his fingers through it for the better part of the last hour or so.
“Honestly, I wished someone would’ve come to rescuemefrom the mountains of paperwork sitting in my office.” He laughed lightly.
He ditched me for that?
All right, now I was actually kind of insulted. There was no way I was that boring. I’d gotten him to laugh. To joke back.
Was that not fun enough to stick around and save the paperwork for tomorrow?
