I melted easily into him once again—our homework still lying on the floor forgotten and neither of us seemed too inclined to start it again. Too bad we didn’t have a class on physical anatomy together, then maybe we could’ve passed this off as studying.
Lacey WeatherfordCovering up the evidence?" Hunter drawled, appearing in the doorway and causing me to jump.
"Yes." I continued to apply as he leaned casually against the frame, watching me.
"Good idea, though it kinda makes me want to mess it all up again." Tingles shot through my body, and I glanced at him. "You're so bad." He arched his eyebrow. "You have no idea.
Did popular bad boy partiers do nice?
Lacey WeatherfordThere’s no need for you to rush. The right guy will always wait for you to truly be ready. He should honor you, worship you, and make it a moment for you to remember forever.
Lacey WeatherfordLollipop had been her nickname for me as long as I could remember. I asked her how she came up with the name, and she told me sometimes kids are sweet, and sometimes they just need a good lickin'.
Lacey WeatherfordI needed to be brought into the loop about who's hot and who's not, when I moved here. You know how it is," he added. "Social status and all that."
And then I was deflated, because I understood what he meant.
"Yes, I'm sure they were happy to fill you in that I'm part of the 'who's not' category. In fact, I'd imagine I'm probably on the top of that list."
He lifted an eyebrow in question, and I noticed the colour of his eyes again for the second time today. "You're kidding, right? I don't think any guy has you on his 'who's not' list."
"Then please, enlighten me as to which lucky category I've fallen into. It's always nice to be sorted like inanimate objects.
My life is over."
"I believe your life can be whatever you want to make of it." I lifted my chin defiantly, daring him to challenge me.
"Is that how it works? Well then, I want my life to be a big, giant, keg party.
Clay, what do you think about this one?" I asked, trying to redirect his attention. He was looking at Hunter like he hoped he would spontaneously combust.
He glanced at the screen. "King Triton and a mermaid?"
"Yeah. It's kind of cool."
"Clay doesn't have the abs to pull that off," Hunter spoke, peering over. "You on the other hand would look fabulous as a mermaid."
I could feel Clay's temperature starting to boil. "I suppose you think you're the perfect one to pull off this costume?" he accused.
Hunter snorted. "I wouldn't be caught dead dressing up like that, but yeah, my abs would work.
Why'd you ask her out? You know we're trying to lay low."
"She was in a bit of a pickle with another guy who likes her. I decided to help her - thinking it would be a onetime deal. Things progressed from there."
Chris snorted. "Oh, so now you're saying you're in some sort of a love triangle? You're not supposed to star in your own romance novel! What the heck are you doing when I'm gone?
Where's he starting?" he finally asked.
"In theater care. Where are you working?"
"Snack bar," he replied tersely.
"Please try to be civil," I begged him. "This is work. We need to be professional."
He snorted. "Whatever, Cami." He shot me a wounded look. "I can imagine he'll love his new job. He's gonna get paid to follow you around through dark rooms. He's probably thrilled.
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