12
DARIAN
So it’ssafe to say I’m not missing a beat when it comes to Phoenix Johnson.
Nix.
Damn, she’s a hottie.
I’ve been flirting with her all afternoon, and now I’m sitting across the dinner table and struggling to take my eyes off her.
Watching her standing on the boat this afternoon, cheering us on and laughing as we all attempted waterskiing, was the best. She looked so freaking hot in her red bikini, I could barely see straight. I blame those tiny pieces of fabric for the fact that I ended up wiping out on the water skis not once, but twice.
Mac fucking loved it. Laughed his ass off when I nearly got down-trailed too.
Thankfully, that shit ended and I could go back to the safety of getting my ass kicked atMario Kart. Not loving that, but Nix’s reaction to winning is so damn cute, I can swallow the loss.
And now I’m all cleaned up for dinner—wearing my favorite pair of basketball shorts and my lucky T-shirt. This piece of cotton has served me well over the years. I call it my Chick Magnet. Charli always rolls her eyes and says I’m a dick for thinking that, but I don’t care.
I’ve hooked up with at least three girls wearing this T-shirt, and hopefully its magic powers will work this weekend too, because Nix is about all I can see.
I love the way her eyes dance every time she laughs. Her cute little nose scrunches up, and her pixie face gets this glow. It’s equal parts hot and adorable.
She beat me at almost every game we played. I quietly tell the guys it’s because I let her win, but the truth is, she dominated, and I couldn’t do a fucking thing about it. The girl’s got skills.
And she’s feisty.
And funny.
And so freaking hot.
Yeah, you’ve established that, man. Now stop staring at her. You’ll freak her out.
She glances my way for a brief second, giving me a pointed look, like she’s daring me or something. I don’t want to look away.
I want to read her.
Memorize her.
I—
“Bro.” Charli moves past me with a sharp whisper.
I glance over my shoulder in time to see her head tip, and I let out a little sigh before following her out of the room. Everyone else is chatting, Ben is starting to clear plates, and I’m pretty sure Nix is the only one noticing us walking out of the room.
“Enzo, Cash, help me wash up,” Ben calls over his shoulder while Sawyer stretches long, lounging in his chair with a smirk as he talks to Adonis.
Everyone knows the cook doesn’t have to do the cleanup, and sometimes I wonder if that’swhySawyer always offers to cook. He fucking hates cleaning up.
Although, he’s a damn good cook.
I ate way too much pasta tonight, but it was too delicious to stop.
“Okay.” Charli spins as soon as we’re tucked away in an office overlooking the water. I’m guessing the room directly above us is the one Nix and I were sitting in earlier… before we started our epic video game marathon. “So… how do you think it’s going?”
I glance away from the ceiling and look at my sister. Her brown eyes are bright with expectation, and I nod, my Nix-obsessed mind too slow to really get what she’s asking.
“Yeah, good?” I shrug. “Can you be more specific?”
