“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be.” I don’t quite mask the bite in my tone.
Colton gently tips my chin up with his finger. “Would your mom be okay with us going for a walk by the creek?”
I doubt it. I highly doubt it.
“Sure,” I say, fighting the urge to kiss him so much my voice shakes as the word comes out of my mouth. “Let’s go for a walk.”
Chapter Eighteen
Colton
I wipe my sweaty hands on my jeans as I lead Sky along the path that ends up at the creek. I can’t believe I’m this nervous.
I’m not nervous with girls. I can’t remember a time that I really cared one way or the other what a girl thought about me.
But Sky’s the only girl on my mind right now, and I want her to like me. I want her to feel what I’m feeling, which is both scary and exhilarating.
I thought I might have to step in between Phil and her when she was dared to kiss him. An overwhelming jealous sensation came over me, and I honestly didn’t know how to handle it.
“I have to be honest about something,” I say as we walk side by side.
“What’s that?”
“I loved that you refused to kiss Phil.”
I hear her catch her breath next to me, but she doesn’t say anything.
The back of my hand brushes the back of hers, and lust shoots straight to my dick.
I lift a hanging branch out of her path. “You go first.”
“Thank you.”
The silence between us grows, and as we reach the creek, I reach for something to say. What comes out is, “I like your hair.”
She turns to look at me. “Are you flirting with me?” she asks, her green eyes dancing with humor.
“I’m just paying you a compliment.” I reach out and take a lock of her hair in my hand. “I love your hair, actually.”
“I honestly think you might be the first person to say that.”
“I shouldn’t be. You have gorgeous hair.” I shift my hand to her back and gently guide her toward the smooth boulder I see just ahead.
“Want to sit here?”
She nods, and we take seats next to one another on the grass. “I love the sound of the flowing water.”
“Me too.”
She twists her red hair around and around her finger. She seems nervous, but I’m not sure if it’s because she’s here with me or if she’s got something else on her mind.
“Have you had fun on your vacation?”
“It’s been the best week of my life,” she says genuinely. “Except for…”
“Except for what?”
