I couldn’t explain it. There was some sort of current running from his lips to mine, and the worst part was that I had no kisses to compare it with.
I closed my eyes as I listened to some of Blake’s music choices. He loved the Goo Goo Dolls, Imagine Dragons, and his favorite was from a band called Mumford and Sons. It sounded a lot like Dad’s music, but the words tugged on my heartstrings when I listened to the lyrics and, with that, I drifted away into the unknown.
I pulledon a pair of jeans and a long sleeve shirt with my parka. I looked at myself in the mirror.Why me? I’m no Chloë Bishop. She’s beautiful. I’m—what was I.I knew I wasn’t Blake Leaf material, and the fear gnawed on the pit of my stomach that he would move on when he discovered just how boring my life was.
I sighed, pinched my cheeks and put on some lip gloss before I grabbed my bag and went downstairs to grab a bowl of cereal.
Dad was still in his room, but the kitchen light was on. The coffee machine had finished with the first cycle, and I poured myself a cup and grabbed a bowl of cereal and milk.
Dad mumbled his morning, and I smiled at him and said mine.
We had breakfast together, and after he dropped me off at school.
My heart stammered as I climbed out of the truck and didn’t see Blake anywhere. Maybe he was afraid of Dad.
His truck drove away, and I waved.
Great, Elena, make it more conspicuous, won’t you?
I watched his truck drive through the gate and then headed toward the entrance. Chloë terrified me and I didn’t want to find out what she had in store for me today. Yesterday’s serenade couldn’t have gone down sweet.
Crap!I plopped my bag down on the nearest bench and sat down, rubbing my face as I leaned back.
“Morning, Sunshine.”
I jumped as Blake’s voice came from next to me. I didn’t even hear him.
“Sorry,” he apologized, and his sweet and musky fragrance caressed my nostrils. Man, he smelled good.
“It’s okay, morning.” I smiled.
He folded his hand around my shoulder and pulled me closer to his chest.
His warm lips met my temple and the tingling sensation spread through my body again, warming me up.
“So, you evaded Ms. Taylor?”
“I told you there is no way in hell I was going to join her little drama club.”
“You are talented.”
He chuckled. “Yeah, no. I’m not cut out for the theatre stage.”
“I see, but you are cut out for the music stage.” It sounded wrong.
“Yeah.”
“Tell me about your band?”
He chuckled. “How do I explain them? They are a bunch of misfits, but the best guys you will ever meet.”
“And?”
“And what?”
“I’m sure they have names or do you call them misfit one, two, and three.”
He chuckled. “Okay fine, you are pretty serious about this.”
