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This boy had had planes delivered on the field. Like actual planes. He had biplanes and a couple of helicopters. Each one had Prinze Aviation stamped on the side, and I crossed my arms.
He’s something else.
I had a feeling I wasn’t alone in that moment, a light prickle on the back of my neck. The heavy cadence that followed confirmed it. My lips lifted. “You get off just creeping around watching people?”
Dorian arrived beside me too quick, and I hadn’t been expecting it. My skin buzzing, I turned.
He hadn’t just rolled off the couch, his navy blazer hugging his thick arms. He had the nerve to appear somewhat dashing tonight, the collar of his dress shirt open and his twill pants tight around his muscular thighs. He caught me looking and fingered his dirty-blond hair.
“I see nothing’s changed.” He caged me in between two firm biceps, grabbing the bar that separated the high bleachers from the lower ones. His dress shirt laboring at the seams, he grinned. “You still never pass up a chance to eye-fuck me.”
“And what were you doing just now?” I countered, ignoring his proximity.
As well as my fucking heart racing.
I swallowed. “How long were you watching me?”
“I never said I wasn’t.” His dark eyes roamed, stopping at my breasts. He found my eyes. “Still am.”
“Well, don’t.” I put a hand on his chest, my fingers burning from the heat. I meant to push him off, but something had me hesitating.
He noticed, the smile falling from his lips. He didn’t give me breathing room, but he didn’t advance either.
I wet my lips. “What is this, Dorian?” He had said he’d wait, and whatever this was wasn’t waiting. He’d also said I had to give him something.
He scanned my eyes. “Maybe I don’t care.”
“Don’t care?”
He nodded. “Maybe I’m going to try something out.” He pushed off the bar. “Maybe I’m going to take a chance.”
I didn’t understand.
He angled around. “This is my legacy,” he said, waving toward the planes on the field. He smiled. “Well, part of it. My dad is a pilot, amongst other things. These are his planes.” He eyed me. “He taught me everything I know.”
“As in you fly these?” I asked, and when he acknowledged that, his head bobbing once, my brow twitched. “Does your dad know you have his planes?”
“I’d like to think so since he signed off the paperwork.” He eased his hands into his pockets. “They’re on loan for the night.”
“On loan?”
Dorian’s head cocked. “I want to show you my life, Noa Sloane. I’m going to do that, and maybe I don’t care how you feel about it. Maybe I’m going to put myself out there regardless of what you’re giving me back.”
“Maybe I’m going to take a chance.”
His previous words in my head, my lips parted. “Your dad’s just cool with you taking his planes?”
He rolled his shoulders. “He wanted to know what for, and when I told him, he was cool.” His smile started slow. “I told him I wanted to impress a girl.”
I didn’t know what to say to that, watching as he put out his hand.
“Outside of football, flying is my life,” he said, his expression serious. “It’s something my dad shared with me, and I value that.”
His reasons came to mind when he said that, his notes. He was opening himself up. I eyed his hand. “This looks a lot like a date.”
“It’s whatever you want to call it.” He didn’t lower his hand. “And my notes said control was something I was working on.”
His wink that followed had me laughing. I took his hand, and as it turned out, that was a good thing in these stilettos. He helped me down to the sidelines, and with all that grass, I really wasn’t trying to sink into the ground with these heels.
