“Oil leak. I think I fixed it but you’ll need to keep an eye on it. If you see any fluid on the ground, just bring it on back.”
Tucking my hair behind my ear, I rock on my heels. “Okay. I’ll be sure to tell my dad.”
He nods, tucking the rag in the back pocket of his jeans. “Have fun the other night?”
“Yeah, I did. How about you?”
“I spent the entire night looking at you, so yeah, it was a good night.”
I blush at the honesty in his words. He’s not lying. Every time I looked in his direction, his eyes were on me. And he was completely unapologetic about it.
My entire body buzzes with curiosity just like it did in the field the other night.
Who is this guy?
And why is he looking at me like this?
Like I am all he could see.
He makes me feel so beautiful.
Wanted.
Shifting on his feet, his dark eyes hold mine. “My friend is having a party tonight. I want you to come.”
I swallow hard, nervousness settling in my belly. It isn’t a request. He isn’t asking me to come, it’s more like a demand, but I have to admit I like his forwardness. “Sounds fun. Where?”
“Give me your hand.” With a gaping mouth, I do as he says. He pulls a pen from the pocket of his work shirt, clicks it with a devilish grin before writing an address and phone number across my palm.
When he lets go of my hand it tingles from his touch, and my heart thuds with excitement in my chest. “Be there around seven,” he says softly.
My body sags on a long exhale, anticipation building in my veins at the thought of seeing him again. I still haven’t figured out what it is that draws me to him, but whatever the heck it is, it is far too powerful to resist.
