Two for two, these guys are freaking hot.
“Nate. What’s up, brother?” Mase pulls the guy into a quick hug, clapping his back.
When he pulls away and turns his head, gazing toward me, I’m momentarily paralyzed, staring like a fool in awe. But my lord, something about him has me standing here, shaken to my core.
Maybe it’s his crystal-blue eyes locked on mine or his perfectly mussed-up brown hair that looks effortlessly styled.
Or maybe it’s the undeniable beating in my chest centering solely on him.
I’m not sure, but something about him has my insides fluttering and goose bumps rising along my skin.
Mason clears his throat, snapping us both out of whatever trance we were just in.
“Hi.” His voice cracks, swallowing hard before continuing. “I’m Nate Davenport.”
“Hey,” I manage to get out, dipping my head, embarrassed when I feel the warmth spread across my cheeks. “I’m Maddie Grace. Mason’s sister.”
I glance at him through my lashes. His lip curls into a smile as he bites his bottom lip, not so subtly looking me over from head to toe.
“I-I, ugh,.” he stumbles, darting a glance between my brother and me before shaking his head. “Nice to meet you, Maddie Grace. I better get going.”
Before either of us can say anything, he turns, brushing past me. My breath hitches on contact, and my hand quickly grabs my upper arm, where he leaves a wake of fire from the soft graze of his touch.
It’s a sensation that lingers long after he’s gone.
I turn, mesmerized by the feeling he’s elicited, but I don’t expect to be met with his eyes penetrating mine.
He freezes, our eyes caught in a playful game, one I know I’ll never lose. I could look at him for hours, days even.
Nate’s apple-red, plump lips, which I’ve already seared into my brain from when he had them caught between his teeth, lift slightly while my heart pounds in an offbeat succession against my chest.
“What the hell was that?” Mason snaps.
I take a steadying breath, shoving down the giddiness, and play dumb. “What was what?”
“You were staring at Nate like a lovesick puppy.”
I cross my arms, annoyed. “I was not. Don’t even start your crazy antics. Just bring me to my cabin.”
He eyes me suspiciously for a moment, then leads us the rest of the way to Cabin Thirty-three, where my bags are already waiting.
Mason walks up with the first load, unlocking the cabin for me.
Just before stepping inside, I have an inkling to turn around again.
Sure enough, Nate is still there, leaning against a tree with one ankle crossed lazily over the other, studying every move I make.
I try to fight the smile pulling at my lips, but it’s completely involuntary.
I can’t hold back.
Nate looks like every teenage heartthrob I’ve ever drooled over.
The guy who makes you sigh dramatically into your pillow at night over his good looks.
Of course, to add to the image, he now has a lollipop hanging out the side of his mouth.
He pushes off the tree, never breaking eye contact, as he reaches up and drags the candy between his lips. He smirks…winks…and then turns, walking back toward the boys’ cabins.
