“Jeez, when you say it likethat, it’s terrible for my ego.”
“Oh, shut up. He undresses you with his eyes any time you’re within a hundred feet of him. That’s why I’m so mystified.”
I’m not. I’m starting to understand Wyatt’s modus operandi: distance. He always maintains just the right amount of distance to prevent you from getting too close to him.
Unless it’s in bed. Then? He’s all in.
He lamented about women always falling for him. Claimed hisdick is so good that they inevitably want more. And there’s no denying his penis is downright enchanting. It hasn’t even been inside me, yet I would already sign a statement declaring it the world’s greatest dick.
But his dick isn’t the reason women fall. They fall because he makes them believe he loves them. Not with words but with his actions. He’s attuned to every breath, every soft noise, while his eyes devour you, burning into your soul. The first time he went down on me, he spent an eternity tracing his lips over every inch of flesh. Listening to every microscopic bodily response, every whimper. Taking the time to learn and memorize what I liked, what made me shiver.
In the moment, Wyatt Graham makes you feel like you’re the only woman in the world. Like you’re his oxygen. His one true love.
It’s no wonder women are left bereft when he moves on. Who wouldn’t want that intoxicating feeling back?
“I think he’s afraid of breaking my heart,” I tell Annaliese, sipping my soda.
“I mean, he has the track record for it. Remember what he did to Rosie Tipper? Girl was so devastated she forced her parents to sell their house.”
“I don’t actually believe that. Yes, she was upset and showed up at our dock crying and begging, but there’s no way that’s why they sold their house.”
Annaliese is smug. “Logan, my mother istheTahoe Realtor. And that is literally what happened. Mom’s the one who sold their house.”
Wow. I’m legit shocked that the rumor is true. Enchanting penis indeed.
“Anyway, he thinks he’s going to hurt me,” I say with a shrug. “He makes comments about it sometimes when we’re fooling around. He’s probably terrified that full-on sex will make me fall in love with him.”
“Well, joke’s on him, right? Because you’re already in love with him.”
I glare at her. “I am not.”
She snorts. “You’ve been in love with him since you were a kid.”
“That wasn’t real love,” I protest. “It was puppy love. It was acrush.”
“Okay, so what is it now?”
I bite my lip. What is it now? It’s…
It’s magic.
Ugh. I hate even thinking that, because it only demonstrates I’m probably way more into him than he is into me. But something happens when Wyatt and I are together. Something magical and emotional and infuriating. He stirs all my emotions, not just one or two, and it’s terrifying to feeleverything, all at once.
I’m so tempted to ask him if he feels it too, that magic. I want to ask him what it means that he texts me all the time, even when we’re in the same room. It’s cute. And sweet. And I want so badly to know if I’m misreading it. Because I behave the same way, and I know what it means whenIdo it. He’s always on my mind.
Fuck.
Maybe Iamfalling, just a tiny bit. But I’d never admit it to Annaliese, because she’ll tease me mercilessly.
We’re interrupted by an incoming message on my phone. I check it and chuckle at the screen.
“Is that him?” Annaliese grins.
“No, it’s my ghost-hunting buddies. Little Spencer claims he heard Darlie at the lighthouse yesterday. His hypothesis is that she takes a break from lake haunting sometimes to indulge in some lighthouse haunting as revenge for her sister meeting Raymond there.”
“Girl, you need to stop associating with crazies.”
“The Spencers aren’t crazy. They’re hilarious.”
