When I signed up for this thing, it felt like a crap shoot (pun now intended). That finding love reflected in the lens of a camera would be sweet and cool and life altering.
Amazing, if it were possible.
Who else had a meet-cute story like that? No one. It’s unique as fuck.
Yet all I’ve managed to do is make myself look like a fool.
Groaning, I take full advantage of my position and push off this guy to right myself. I’m not even looking at him. God, no wonder my exes have all said I’m self centered.
“That was terrible. Can I redo?” I beg, hopeful to get this right.
My hands are still on him even though I’m upright, and I’m still looking at Sadie, and she is stilllll clicking away behind the camera. This is a disaster. It’s not even my angle. Or my good side. Ugh.
“I think it was perfect.”
Hoooooly momma.
That voice has me snapping my attention up—and upppp—only to squeak.
Slutty. Fucking. Glasses.
I’m certain I look like a guppy eating air, staring at this beautiful human and drooling. He’s wearing a button down, a dusting of chest hair peeking out from the undone buttons and smooth skin covering his Adam’s apple.His cheeks are pink, and his fucking glasses are those professor ones with thick, black frames that sit on his nose just right to make his green eyes look sparkly behind them. But there’s no way he’s a professor. He’s too young. And his hair is the wavy kind that falls over his brow, curling around his ears, and looks unkempt in the intentional way.
Oh, shit. I’m still touching him.
He’s got one of those bellies that feels mostly flat but not hard beneath my hands. Like there’s no challah bread under his shirt but instead is a warm place I could comfortably lay my head. Soft and strong simultaneously.
Why am I already thinking of lying on him?
I snap my grubby little mitts back and adjust my crop top, grinning at the prize that I’ve won. Even if this is just a few hours and already a terrible disaster, at least I’ll have some hot ass pics to display.
Where the hell did Sadie find this guy?
CHAPTER 03: LENNIX
“I-I’m Lennix.” It comes out rough and as jittery as I fucking feel when he straightens.
This is so nerve wracking.
I’m so far out of my comfort zone that my fingers are trembling and my face feels hot. Like burning. It has to be red as a cherry.
But he’s smiling at me with straight white teeth and sharp, kind eyes and it’s making me hotter.
There’s glitter, purple shadow on his lids and a pink to the apples of his cheeks.
But the corners of his eyes are shimmering, and the tip of his nose is too. He’s unlike anything I’ve ever seen in real life before.
“And I’m Marlo. Pleasure to make your—oh…”
His gaze drops to the hand I shove between us, an offering of a proper introduction and he drapes his hand over mine, callous fingers curling around mine.
I don’t know why but I wasn’t expecting his hands to feel rough on the underside. His skin looks so smooth.
Feeling a twinge of boldness, I tighten my grip on him lightly and lift. Bring his knuckles up close to my lips. It extends his arm completely, so I dip the rest of the way to reach him.
Brushing my lips over his skin, I force myself to keep the eye contact. It’s hard but he deserves to be seen.
It makes his cheeks flush.
