It’s impossible not to check her out. She’s wearing cut-off denim shorts with this little tank that shows off a strip of her torso. Her skin is creamy white and looks smooth and lickable, so what else am I supposed to do?
Damn, she really is fine.
My eyes trail over her tight little ass before making their way up her back and that kissable neck and into her short hair. I’ve always preferred long hair on girls, but this little pixie is making me change my mind.
She suits the short look. It’s all neat and tidy at the back and then kind of scrappy and wild around the front. It’s so her.
Not that I knowherthat well yet, but it’s something I’m hoping to change this weekend because?—
She spins and spots me ambling toward her, and yep, there isdefinitelysomething happening here. A spark, if you will. An attraction.
I don’t know why we haven’t felt it before. We’ve met a few times, and the only thing I’ve noticed is how snappy she can be. Like a growling chihuahua.
But there’s something different this weekend.
Maybe she’s more relaxed.
Maybe she’s decided that I’m a good guy.
A guy worth taking a chance on.
My lips twitch as I come to a stop in front of her, resting my hand on the doorframe just above her head.
“So, what do you think?” I ask.
She shrugs. “It’s okay. Not sure it’s quite up to my usual standards, but…”
I laugh, loving the playful glint in her brown eyes. They’re a nice brown—like a soft honey as opposed to my darker shade. Mama always says I’ve got dark cocoa eyes, Charli’s are milk chocolate, and… well, Nix is honey.
Cocoa and honey. That’s a good combo, right?
Damn, I want to find out.
My eyes dart to her rosebud lips for a second. They curl into a smirk before she spins away and points into the library she was checking out. I follow her, my eyes bulging at the double wall of books. There’s a fancy-ass chess board set up between two plush armchairs, plus one of those globes that spins. I walk past it, giving it a flick with my fingers. Africa disappears into a blur as the world turns, and my eyes trail back to Nix, who is now standing at the corner window. There’s a built-in seat, and the way it’s designed would make you feel like you’re sitting in the sky.
The window overhangs the water, the panes of glass meeting in the middle so you don’t miss one degree of the view.
Nix takes a seat, pressing her forehead against the glass. I ease down beside her, my long legs feeling giraffe-like and cumbersome next to her petite ones. She’s got them tucked up, and I study her little toes for a second.
“So, you gonna go swimming later?” I rest my shoulder against the glass, kind of excited about seeing her in a bikini. Damn, I hope she owns a bikini. One of those little string ones.
A short tug on one of those fine straps and I’d be in heaven.
She gives me a side-eye. “Maybe.”
“What else do you want to do while you’re here?”
“Not sure. Revel in this opulence, I guess. Hang with Charli. Have some laughs. You know… have a good time.”
I study her face, hoping my eyes are saying what I know my lips shouldn’t.
I can show you a good time, Nix. I can show you the fucking best time in the world.
Her gaze drops to my mouth, and for a hot second, I imagine us kissing.
It wouldn’t be some chaste peck on the lips either.
Nah, when I kiss this girl, I’m going all in. I’ll pull her against me, run my hands over each and every one of her curves, and make her moan. She’ll send me into a tailspin, her tongue no doubt soft, warm, and addictive.
