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I’m going to vomit.
He’s still staring at you.
Say something.
“I… uh, yeah, I’m fine, Ace,” I say, finally finding my normal speaking voice. “How are you?”
He grins at me. “I’m good.” That smile grows as he looks me over. “You look… sexy.”
I know some pink creeps into my cheeks. I feel Mackie and Sarah’s eyes on me and turn and give them a death glare that makes them snicker.
“You sure you’re okay?” he asks, heading for the window.
“I’m sure.” I nod, taking his hand as I climb out the window. And I feel those tingles roll through my body.
Crap. Crap. Crap.
Joel and Miles are waiting down in the driveway. Though we’re headed back to Joel’s tonight since his parents are newly retired and pretty much never home, we’re leaving from here because Sarah’s old Dodge Durango is the only vehicle big enough to fit us all.
I’m not much of a party girl, but I wanted to have fun tonight. This is the party that kicks off summer. That officially launches us from juniors to seniors. It should be fun. I should have fun. But it’s going to be a big party. And I don’t know the guy hosting it. I only know of him. Plus all this Aaron stuff. My mind is spinning.
I wanted to have a Shania Twain kinda good time tonight. Dance. Have a little fun. Now I’m stressed. And to add insult to injury, my brain will not cool it. It’s fawning with my heart over how perfect Aaron is. Which is rude, honestly. My brain is supposed to protect my heart.
Because, unfortunately, my heart can’t always be trusted. When you’re a romantic, your heart thinks everything is magical and whimsical and rose-colored.
My heart is kinda like that drunk friend who leaves a party and goes running around the neighborhood and my brain is the sober one who rolls their eyes and follows them to keep an eye on them. And maybe the drunk friend never gets in trouble, but the sober friend still has to watch them so they don’t get hit by a car or find some random guy and run off to Vegas or something.
Right now, my brain is not doing its job. Instead, it’s egging my heart on.
How?
By going over all the things I wanted in a guy—and a love story—and pointing out that Aaron meets the criteria.
He treats me well. He’s kind and loving. He always looks at me like I’m the only girl in the room, always wants to make me happy, and is there for me no matter what. Not to mention he’s an incredible kisser and hot as hell with that sandy blond hair, those strong, sexy arms, a perfectly tapered body, a nice butt, and that chiseled jaw. He’s tall, but not too tall. Plus, he’s got those perfect brown eyes that sparkle in the sun.
But I don’t know how he really feels about me. And I know I should talk to him, but it kinda scares me. I meant what I said to Davey.Thisis what I’m scared of. Loving Aaron and having him not love me back. Like, the big forever love. Or loving each other and having it not work out. Because I could live without kisses from him, without having something romantic with him, but I can’t livewithouthim.I can’t lose my best friend.
Okay, that’s it. I need to chill. I am not going to spend all night fretting over how Aaron feels about me. I’m going to keep it simple. Let things play out how they’re supposed to. Be Zen.
Ha, yeah right. Me? Be Zen?
I think not.
Back to having fun, then, at least.
That’s what I’ll do. I’ll dance a little, clear my head. Then maybe Aaron and I will grab a beer and go for a walk and talk. Low pressure, just hanging out like we always do.
I like this plan.
Relax. Have a little fun. Hang with your favorite person. Easy peasy.
Now if I could get my heart to stop doing flip-flops, I might believe that.
When we get to the party, I have to remind myself over and over to relax. Because from the second we walk in, I’m not into it. It smells like cheap beer, sweat, and too much cologne. Not to mention that as we walk through the entry hallway, the guy who’s throwing the party looks me up and down like I’m his catch of the night.
A chill rolls up my spine as unease settles in my gut.
Gross.
