“I see. Can I ask where you’re from?”
I shake my head. “All I’ll give you is Midwest.”
“Fair enough. You have no idea who I am?” he asks with disbelief.
I finish swallowing my water and replace the cap. “No. Should I?” He’s got me a little curious.
“Nah. Just another jock.”
“You seem nicer than the others. Not as rude—though, I did just meet you and they’re all hammered.”
Now he does laugh. “True, true. I’ve been called an asshole a time or two.”
“Mhmm. Most guys have.”
“That’s a pretty sexist remark,” he teases.
“I only call it like I see it.”
He laughs again, and I look at him. “You’re something else, you know that?”
“Oh, I’ve heard it all.”
“No, nothing bad. Just… different. Cool. Fun to hang out with.”
I nod. “I’m good at finding the friend-zone.”
“I didn’t say that, either,” he replies, looking right into my eyes.
Oh boy. Hot Guy is looking at me with a look that makes me want to take my panties off. He is T.R.O.U.B.L.E.
