him. He stuffs his hands into the pockets of his jeans as his dark eyes follow my every movement like I’m going to fall again.
“Well,” he begins. “Your ex-boyfriend is a dick.”
“That’s putting it nicely.” I groan, running my hands over my face. “Can we go? I’m not really in the mood to hang around here.”
He pulls a set of keys from his back pocket and gestures for me to follow him. Compared to the air in the club, outside is cool and it blows refreshingly across my skin. My feet ache in my shoes as I trail behind Seth down the street and to his car. Who drives to a club anyway? When Seth unlocks and approaches a big, white four-wheeled drive I have to say that I’m surprised. I imagined Seth to drive a motorcycle or a sports car, or something completely dangerous and unnecessary. Instead, he drives a beautiful Range Rover. It’s big, safe and totally not what I expected. He opens the door for me.
“Thank you.”
His lips twitch suddenly upward, molding his mouth into a breathtaking, slightly crooked smirk, and I feel my chest constrict as I unsuccessfully try to tear my eyes away from his full lips.
“Don’t thank me,” he says when I’m comfortable in my seat. “It’s what boyfriends do.” His smirk widens into a full blown, cocky smile and he closes the door. My hands automatically fly to my face to cover my embarrassment. I never should have tried to provoke Blade. Now I look like the weirdo who goes around telling people Seth is my boyfriend when realistically we’ve only spoken a handful of times. He opens the driver door and climbs in. I take my hands away from my face, but I don’t dare peek at him as he speeds away from the club.
“I’m really sorry...” I apologize after a while. Honesty is the best policy, right? “He asked me if we were seeing each other and to spite him I didn’t deny it.”
He chuckles. “It’s no big deal. I’m just glad I was there to help you out of that shit storm.”
“Yeah, me too.”
“I don’t blame him for being pissed though.” He runs a hand through his hair quickly, glancing at me before turning his attention back to the road. “I would’ve pulled you off that guy myself if your ex hadn’t showed up.”
I scoff. “You would have, would you?”
“Damn straight I would have. That guy was a fucking douche bag. You’re too... I don’t know—good to let a guy like that put his hands all over you.”
I’m annoyed by his words. I hate when people act like they know me... but, at the same time, I’m awed and I can’t stop the stupid warmth from spreading through my stomach. “Good?”
He nods. “Yeah, I mean that dress is a little on the bad side, but I can tell you’re a good girl at heart.”
He can tell? So far all I’ve done in his presence is stare at him, touch him and let a guy dance with me in a club. That doesn’t exactly scream ‘good girl’. I cross my arms and decide not to continue the conversation because for one, I’ll probably say something stupid. Two, I feel like vomiting and three, because any man that makes you want to take your clothes off and allow him to do anything to you within the first few minutes of meeting him is definitely the kind of man you want to stay away from. ‘BAD NEWS’ doesn’t come any clearer than that. Seth is sexy as sin and that makes me take the ‘Satan in a Sunday hat’ term more literal.
The rest of the drive is quiet and I peek at him sideways every now and then. His eyes are always glued to the road and one of his hands grip the steering wheel so tight his knuckles become white. The journey isn’t long and I’m so painfully aware of his presence I barely notice the streets and houses whipping past. Thankfully, the car eventually comes to a swift stop outside my house.
“Thank you.” I say without glancing at him. I open the door and slide out of the car. Behind me, I hear his door close too and my stomach clenches. What the hell am I meant to do now? He
“Well,” he begins. “Your ex-boyfriend is a dick.”
“That’s putting it nicely.” I groan, running my hands over my face. “Can we go? I’m not really in the mood to hang around here.”
He pulls a set of keys from his back pocket and gestures for me to follow him. Compared to the air in the club, outside is cool and it blows refreshingly across my skin. My feet ache in my shoes as I trail behind Seth down the street and to his car. Who drives to a club anyway? When Seth unlocks and approaches a big, white four-wheeled drive I have to say that I’m surprised. I imagined Seth to drive a motorcycle or a sports car, or something completely dangerous and unnecessary. Instead, he drives a beautiful Range Rover. It’s big, safe and totally not what I expected. He opens the door for me.
“Thank you.”
His lips twitch suddenly upward, molding his mouth into a breathtaking, slightly crooked smirk, and I feel my chest constrict as I unsuccessfully try to tear my eyes away from his full lips.
“Don’t thank me,” he says when I’m comfortable in my seat. “It’s what boyfriends do.” His smirk widens into a full blown, cocky smile and he closes the door. My hands automatically fly to my face to cover my embarrassment. I never should have tried to provoke Blade. Now I look like the weirdo who goes around telling people Seth is my boyfriend when realistically we’ve only spoken a handful of times. He opens the driver door and climbs in. I take my hands away from my face, but I don’t dare peek at him as he speeds away from the club.
“I’m really sorry...” I apologize after a while. Honesty is the best policy, right? “He asked me if we were seeing each other and to spite him I didn’t deny it.”
He chuckles. “It’s no big deal. I’m just glad I was there to help you out of that shit storm.”
“Yeah, me too.”
“I don’t blame him for being pissed though.” He runs a hand through his hair quickly, glancing at me before turning his attention back to the road. “I would’ve pulled you off that guy myself if your ex hadn’t showed up.”
I scoff. “You would have, would you?”
“Damn straight I would have. That guy was a fucking douche bag. You’re too... I don’t know—good to let a guy like that put his hands all over you.”
I’m annoyed by his words. I hate when people act like they know me... but, at the same time, I’m awed and I can’t stop the stupid warmth from spreading through my stomach. “Good?”
He nods. “Yeah, I mean that dress is a little on the bad side, but I can tell you’re a good girl at heart.”
He can tell? So far all I’ve done in his presence is stare at him, touch him and let a guy dance with me in a club. That doesn’t exactly scream ‘good girl’. I cross my arms and decide not to continue the conversation because for one, I’ll probably say something stupid. Two, I feel like vomiting and three, because any man that makes you want to take your clothes off and allow him to do anything to you within the first few minutes of meeting him is definitely the kind of man you want to stay away from. ‘BAD NEWS’ doesn’t come any clearer than that. Seth is sexy as sin and that makes me take the ‘Satan in a Sunday hat’ term more literal.
The rest of the drive is quiet and I peek at him sideways every now and then. His eyes are always glued to the road and one of his hands grip the steering wheel so tight his knuckles become white. The journey isn’t long and I’m so painfully aware of his presence I barely notice the streets and houses whipping past. Thankfully, the car eventually comes to a swift stop outside my house.
“Thank you.” I say without glancing at him. I open the door and slide out of the car. Behind me, I hear his door close too and my stomach clenches. What the hell am I meant to do now? He
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