“Well, obviously. Help me look, I really need something sweet to bring me down.” My tone is clipped, and I could honestly care less how rude I must seem. I think I’m going to go crazy if I don’t get some semblance of sugar in me soon.
Who in their right minds eats Cookies and Cream sea moss when they're trying to get drunk?
“Such a princess…” The man chuckles, and with my back still to him, I chuck up the middle finger. That shot of tequila from earlier is definitely giving me more confidence than I usually have. The man sniffs a laugh as he says, “Third cabinet on the bottom left, there’s a bag of powdered donuts and a few different types of cookies down there.”
I sigh, turning to face my intruder more annoyed than happy he’d helped.
“I would’ve found them eventually,” I say, taking a step closer to the tall man. Recognition slowly dawns on me as I stare at the handsome guy in front of me. I hadn’t paid him any attention earlier, I’d only been able to catch a glimpse then,and could feel his stare on me. But now that he's standing in front of me, he’s all that my eyes can focus on and I am not complaining.
He has the most beautiful baby blue eyes that I’ve ever seen. They’re cloudy like a summer beach day right before a storm with hints of gray and black swirling in his irises. His face is every artist's wet dream—angular and symmetrical like a Greek God. I almost smile at the slight shift in his nose, it’d been nearly perfect but up close you can tell he’d probably broken it before. He smirks down at me, eyes glowing with something I can’t quite place, and then he’s stepping even closer into my space.
“Two pairs of eyes will always better than one.” He shrugs mockingly whilst giving me those same weird eyes.
Are those…are those fuck me eyes?
No. Nope. Uh-uh.
Can’t do this, especially not with this one, he seems like trouble. Trouble so fun it’ll have you crying on your knees as he takes you from—
NO.
Stop clit-thinking, Cleo, and get a grip.I should’ve thanked him for finding me something to munch on, and then side-stepped him and went about my merry little way.
Instead, I say, “Does that work on all the girls?” in a voice I can barely recognize as my feet propel me closer to the large man.
His eyes, so full of expression, are brimming with humor and intrigue as he chuckles lightly.
“No, but I thought I’d give it a try with you…I’m Blake, by the way, and you are?” he asks, holding out a hand as if we hadn’t seen each other earlier at The Sugar Hole.
“Not interested,” I say, donning the fakest sweet smile I can muster. I didn’t come to this school to fall for another athlete, and based on his build, I’d say he was either into football or boxing. Two sports that I want nothing to do with. For one, Ryan, my stepbrother, would kill me. And for two, I don’t do athletes anymore. Show me an engineering major or a tech guy, and I’m your girl.
As I turn on my silver heels, goosebumps litter my arms as a warm hand clasps around my upper arm sending shockwaves down my spine. My head whips to Blake and I nearly double over in laughter at the scared puppy look he has.
“Sorry… I didn’t mean to grab you like that.” He scratches his neck, his cheeks reddening as he looks at his feet. The man who is probably around 6’4” looks like a dejected golden retriever as his eyes wander everywhere but me.
With a small chuckle, I brush it off. “You’re fine but, don’t just grab women without their permission. Now you have to get me a drink for the inconvenience,” I say with a smirk.
Who is this suddenly confident woman, and what has she done with the Cleo Jones that uses her brain?
Blake’s eyes widen as he stumbles and rummages the cabinets for different cocktail ingredients. I mentally capture a picture of the man as he pulls out a pink mug from the cabinet, confidently using it for his concoction.
He turns his back to me to make it before smiling coyly as he slides it to me; I look down at the dark drink and gulp before putting it up to my lips, and nearly die from whatever the fuck he put in it. It tastes like Pink Whitney and regrets. I sit the cup down as I let out a small cough.
“Never make me a drink ever again… That was one of the worst things I’ve ever put in my mouth.”
“Well, what was the worst?” He teases, eyes glinting with mischief as he slides closer, taking up my space.
“Wouldn’t you like to know…” The words slip from my mouth quicker than a cheetah capturing its prey.
“Oh, there’s a lot I’d like to know,Cleo.”
Wait… I didn’t…
My shock must be written across my face because he simply chuckles.
“I heard Jace call you that earlier, so I’m assuming that’s your name.” He shrugs.
“Oh, so you’re a sugar hoggin’ creeper, is that it?” I ask teasingly and I’m surprisingly unalarmed by the fact that the stranger had known me. Instead, it felt comforting. Like there was someone that I didn’t have to go through themotions of introducing myself to and slowly becoming friends with. Instead, he felt like he was already a friend.
