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Trying to be all seductive and shit. First, being shirtless. Then asking me to rub sunscreen in, which was as cliché as it was awesome. And the water bottle incident. Christ almighty.
He was playing a dangerous game.
And then—then!—he asked if I was seeing someone. Not outright, but that’s what he was hinting at.
“I’m single,” I said casually. “And considering I’m bisexual, you’d think I’d have double the options, but no. I’m doubly undatable, apparently.”
He glanced up from his laptop, looked me up and down, and went back to the laptop. “I find that hard to believe.”
“Why?”
He gestured to me, like that was his answer. “You look like the love child of Patrick Swayze and Chris Hemsworth.”
I snorted. “I can’t help that.”
“Yes, because it would be so problematic.” He rolled his eyes.
“What is problematic is that I spend my weekends camping out, and every holiday I get, I chase storms. I don’t have commitment issues. I’m just committed to the wrong things. Apparently.”
He smirked, still looking at the screen. “Sounds like you’ve heard that a few times.”
“I have.”
His blue eyes shot to mine. “Then you’re dating the wrong people.”
Oof.
Those eyes, and those words.
Damn.
“What about you? Seeing anyone? I probably should have asked you that before I almost kissed you last night. Though, broadly speaking, I did ask permission if I could kiss you so that covers that, right?”
His cheeks bloomed with blush. Or maybe it was the heat.
His watch beeped that warning sound. Ignoring it, he turned to his laptop instead. “Okay it’s coming, we need to run the intra-cloud activity,” he said.
“Is your watch working properly now? Or is it still glitching?”
He shot me a hard glare.
“Funny how it only glitches when I’m next to you,” I said. “Almost like my presence makes your heart rate spike.”
He stabbed some keys on his keyboard. “What’s your reading?” he asked, ignoring my poke at him completely.
I looked at the screen, not sure what he wanted. I didn’t know how to read any of this. “The amplitude pulses?”
“The spatiotemporal analysis of radiation field pulses,” he mumbled, turning the screen to face him. His eyes scanned over the data and he nodded. “We should get some good readings.” Then he did that mouth/tongue thing again, like something tasted bad.
And boom!
Thunder cracked right on top of us and lightning lit up the sky.
He really could taste it.
A huge gust of wind brought with it the smell of rain, and then the clouds opened up, bucketing thick, heavy drops.
“Shit,” I said, racing to close the side wall down. “The wind’s bringing it in.” Some of our gear got wet, bags and clothes, but we’d have to deal with that later. Jeremiah helped with the other side and we got the wall lowered, to stop the rain coming in sideways at least.
