Randy’s blonde hair catches my eye down the path. He hasn’t gotten far and stands chatting with a group of girls,typical.
I hold my head high and keep walking down the path toward them, more than happy to interrupt this time. But he spots me first and instantly excuses himself from the group and jogs toward me.
It makes my heart flutter watching the sexiest man alive leave the group of gorgeous women behind and rush over to me. His body is toned and looks even more shaped from the light rain and the way his shirt clings to his body. With his damp hair and mischievous brown eyes, he bends down, scooping me up. His arms wrap around my bottom as he lifts me into the air, so we are eye to eye. I glance over his shoulder quickly to watch the group of girls watch the interaction, but I choose to ignore them and my eyes dart back to him.
“Why aren’t you in class?” he questions, his voice holding a hint of concern.
I give him the sexiest pout I can. “My head hurts, can you pepper it with kisses like you said you would?”
He holds me effortlessly in his strong, defined arms, but I feel his feet stumble at my words. His whole face lights up,his eyes widening first in shock, then crinkling at the edges with warmth as a grin overtakes his face as he releases me dramatically. My feet hit the ground as he grabs for my hand and turns in a rush, pulling me along.
“My car’s over here!” he yells from over his shoulder. “It’ll be faster than walking.”
I laugh out loud as I run behind him, my bag bouncing on my back as he grips my hand with such adorable urgency as he drags me to the car.
11
Randy
I have a date and I, Randy Harrison, am nervous.
This is so stupid; we’ve already slept together, why am I worried? Seriously, I’m sweating and have changed my dark-colored, pit-stained shirt for a lighter color.
I lift my arms for the fifth time in my full-length mirror to check for sweat when I hear a knock at the door.
“It’s open,” I yell, already knowing who it is with such a gentle knock. Plus, the guys I live with usually barge in if they know I don’t have a girl in here. Let’s face it, they have seen it all before in the locker room.
“I just wanted to check to see how you’re going?”
“That’s sweet, Shelby, but you know me, I got this,” I say, letting the charisma pour off me like sweat. Shit, I’m sweating again.
I wipe the beads off my forehead. “Really? Because you look like you just climbed Uluru.”
I turn away from the mirror and face her. “Okay, maybe I’m a little nervous.” I throw my arms out to the sides and look down at myself. “Do I look okay?”
She fully enters my room with her bare feet as she makes her way across the hardwood floor. Her hair is up in a bird’s nest, and she wears light makeup, even though she got changed into loose shorts and one of Christian’s shirts hours ago.
“You look good.”
I look down at her and try to study her face, as her eyes rake over my wardrobe choice. “Just good?”
“Well, do you usually where shirts like that?” She points at me.
I look down at my collared shirt, rolled up to my forearms. “Maybe once to a wedding, or was it a funeral?” I shrug. “For a guy, I’m pretty sure it’s the same thing,” I joke.
She frowns at my comment, but sneaks out a smile that she tried not to. “Where are you going on your date?”
“Oh no, I’m not telling you that. I don’t want Christian crashing my date like I did yours.” I crouch a bit to get eye level with her. “That wasn’t planned, by the way.”
“I know.”
“But fuck if I wasn’t going to take advantage of it,” I snort.
She picks up some shirts I have tossed onto my bed, half I have tried on, and half I haven’t. “Oh, I know that too.”
“Sorry, Shelby.”
“It’s cool, I had a great night, plus…” she raises her eyebrows to me and pats my chest. “If I hadn’t met you that night, I don’t think I would have had the confidence to challenge your PlayStation abilities the next morning. Which, by the way, are subpar to mine, and I wouldn’t be counting down to your next football game.”
