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“You did!” He points, laughing harder. “It’s all so dirty!”
“No, it’s beautiful here.” I defend my birthplace.
“It’s hot. Sand gets everywhere. I mean everywhere!”
“When do you leave?” The words tumbled from my lips before I could stop them. I shouldn’t ask, but I really want to know.
“Possibly in a few months. It depends on the deal around this side of the island. Commercial deals take longer.”
Curiosity is getting the better of me tonight. “How’s it going?”
“The deal? Awful. Well, for my dad, it’s awful. For me, I’m being schooled in life. I don’t know how you live like this every day.”
“I love it here. No one tells me what to do or how to do it. I come and go as I please.” I shrug my shoulders as a smile plays on my lips.
“I’ve never had that.” Victor looks toward the ocean, deep in thought. “I’m finding it hard to be accustomed to this way of life. Massey seems to balance it so well.”
“Well, she is pretty amazing.”
Victor’s eyes find mine. My breath seizes in my chest by the way he is looking at me. Liquid courage has our inhibitions lowered to enjoy one another’s company. He’s making it harder to be annoyed with him, and that sort of pisses me off. The background music is louder and a sweet song comes over the radio. ‘Stereotype’ by Cole Swindell has quickly become one of my favorite tunes. Victor stands and grabs my hands, pulling my body to his. An enormous smile has me playfully pining for whatever he has in his mind.
“What are you doing?” I quickly ask.
“It’s an excellent song. Needs to be danced to.” He sways his hips to the beat of the song.
He runs his fingers up to my forearm and guides my arm to wrap around his neck. His other hand slips around my waist to settle on my lower back. Victor encourages my body to follow his lead. Dropping his forehead to mine cancels the outside noise.
“Are you drunk?” I try to joke but, in all actuality, I’m dying to know what side of Victor I’m getting.
“Nowhere near it. It’s been so different here. Like I’m someone else. Why not try something new, huh?”
Something new? Me? This? Too many questions settle in my overactive mind. Not wanting to ruin this moment of contempt. “Okay, weirdo. We will go with being someone else. Maybe I’ll like that person.” I Joke.
“The original Victor has your number. He won’t give it up.” He teases back.
“My number?”
Victor halts our dancing and pins me with a lustful stare. My insides are jumping through hoops that are set on fire. I am so close to freaking out but weirdly calm at the same time.
“You have captured my attention, Collins. You’ve seeped into my mind and I can’t, or won’t let you leave. Invading a part of me I didn’t know existed. I’m not sure if it’s because I am out of my element or because of the way you challenge me. You test me in ways I don’t expect, so yeah, I’ve got your number,” he says in what seems to be one breath. “I like you, Collins.”
Crazybitchessaywhat?
I’m struggling to find words, and he can tell I am just as affected as he is. He smiles, leaning closer to me. His eyes stay pinned on mine while his lips graze dangerously close to mine. A featherlight touch burns so harshly on my skin. I’m unable to resist as my body takes over; closing my eyes I feel his lips press firmly against mine. My arms rush to circle his shoulders while a hand glides up the back of his neck and into the crown of his hair. My fingers tangle in his soft locks. Even his hair oozes extravagance with the use of expensive products. Both of his hands press firmly on my backside, pushing my hips into his. My lips slightly parted as his tongue dips into my mouth, breathing fire into my lungs.
Well… shit.
Chapter 9
Collins
So, I ran.
Pathetic. I know. I don’t need a reminder of what a twat I can be. The moment his hand slid up my back to pull me closer was like throwing ice water over my skin—sparks of electricity burned through my muscles. Unimaginable lust bubbling under my skin, ready to explode. Everything felt so right, but then felt so wrong at the same time.
The list of why this is a bad idea sped through my mind. This man doesn’t do relationships. He doesn’t do commitment. Do I even do that? Eventually, everyone leaves, and he is going to leave. I refuse to be a local hookup. That insignificant fact I can’t even swallow. I never wanted to be someone’s temporary solution or a summer memory.
Again, here I am freaking out. All night and into the morning.
