beautiful.” Ryker drops his head. “Savy, just get in the car.”
“I don’t want to get in the car,” I tell him.
Nash steps forward. “She doesn’t want to get in your car. You’re really starting to sound like some perv. Let the girl be. I’ll make sure she makes it where she needs to be.”
Ryker’s buddy chuckles. Nash perks up. “Something funny?”
He shuts off the laughter as soon as Nash is staring him down. But he doesn’t shut his mouth, instead he says. “Look at Nash trying to play the saint role. That’s funny.”
Ryker stops Nash before he takes his friends head off. “Let’s take it easy. We don’t need any trouble. I’m only looking out for Savy.”
Nash backs off. He looks at me, his eyes immediately softening. And there blue. I hadn’t even noticed in all the times I looked at him. But now that I am not angry with him I am staring into blue eyes. “Savy, what do you want to do?”
And he said my name. It sounds different coming from him. He touches his face, fingers trailing across the scruff on his chin. He seems almost tired. Or maybe bothered, I’m not sure which.
“I want to stay here.” I tell them all. Ryker forces himself to kiss me on the cheek and wishes me the best. In hopes that he isn’t making a mistake leaving me alone with Nash. And he leaves.
Once he’s out of the parking lot and gone, Nash looks over at me. “Seems like someone didn’t get the memo.”
“What memo?” I walk besides him back to his bike.
“The one where you put him in the friend zone.”
I laugh at his absurdity. “I didn’t put Ryker anywhere. And do you know who he is?” Never once did Nash act like he knew Ryker was a famous skateboarder. Maybe he doesn’t watch sports either.
“Ryker Sosa. Big shit skateboarder. Please don’t tell me you’re a groupie.” He cracks a small hint of a smile and stares at his bike.
“I’ve known Ryker since I was in high school. Before he was a big shit skateboarder as you like to call it.”
“How romantic. Are you going to get on the bike or just stand here and talk about your boy drama?”
“Are you going to stop being an ass?”
“You’re the one who fought to stay back here with me. I think you like it,” he says.
Maybe a small part of me does like the way he talks to me. But I’m not going to tell him that. “Ryker and I are friends. He isn’t looking for a girlfriend he’s too busy.”
He nods, but it’s obvious he doesn’t believe me. “So busy he’s hanging out with you tonight and nearly throwing you in his car to go back to his hotel with you.”
I nod, walking around to the other side of his bike. I look at him. “Yet, here I am with you.”
Why did I just say that?
I regret saying that because now he is staring me down.
“If you’re thinking I am going to kiss you think again.” He throws his leg over his bike ending the fantasy that I didn’t even know existed in my head.
“Aren’t you going to help me on?” There is no hand this time. Just him ready to go.
“Nope.”
I shake my head, mouth hanging like some idiot. Was he about to ditch me? “Are you going to leave me here?”
He shakes his head. “Nope.”
“Then what are you doing?”
“I don’t know.”
I’m confused. I shake my head, not sure if I should climb on his bike or walk back inside the bar and leave him alone. He gets back off the bike and walks right up to me.
He’s being aggressive again. And I realize when he stands in front of me that it would only take him bending down and me raising up on my tiptoes for our lips to connect.
And now I am thinking about him kissing me. Something I shouldn’t be thinking about because of who he is. But I haven’t thought about who he is since the ride on his bike. Now he is just this incredibly tall, handsome guy, staring me down for no apparent reason.
I bite down on my lip, hating the pangs of lust going off in my body.
Kiss me. Put me out of my misery!
He has a crooked
“I don’t want to get in the car,” I tell him.
Nash steps forward. “She doesn’t want to get in your car. You’re really starting to sound like some perv. Let the girl be. I’ll make sure she makes it where she needs to be.”
Ryker’s buddy chuckles. Nash perks up. “Something funny?”
He shuts off the laughter as soon as Nash is staring him down. But he doesn’t shut his mouth, instead he says. “Look at Nash trying to play the saint role. That’s funny.”
Ryker stops Nash before he takes his friends head off. “Let’s take it easy. We don’t need any trouble. I’m only looking out for Savy.”
Nash backs off. He looks at me, his eyes immediately softening. And there blue. I hadn’t even noticed in all the times I looked at him. But now that I am not angry with him I am staring into blue eyes. “Savy, what do you want to do?”
And he said my name. It sounds different coming from him. He touches his face, fingers trailing across the scruff on his chin. He seems almost tired. Or maybe bothered, I’m not sure which.
“I want to stay here.” I tell them all. Ryker forces himself to kiss me on the cheek and wishes me the best. In hopes that he isn’t making a mistake leaving me alone with Nash. And he leaves.
Once he’s out of the parking lot and gone, Nash looks over at me. “Seems like someone didn’t get the memo.”
“What memo?” I walk besides him back to his bike.
“The one where you put him in the friend zone.”
I laugh at his absurdity. “I didn’t put Ryker anywhere. And do you know who he is?” Never once did Nash act like he knew Ryker was a famous skateboarder. Maybe he doesn’t watch sports either.
“Ryker Sosa. Big shit skateboarder. Please don’t tell me you’re a groupie.” He cracks a small hint of a smile and stares at his bike.
“I’ve known Ryker since I was in high school. Before he was a big shit skateboarder as you like to call it.”
“How romantic. Are you going to get on the bike or just stand here and talk about your boy drama?”
“Are you going to stop being an ass?”
“You’re the one who fought to stay back here with me. I think you like it,” he says.
Maybe a small part of me does like the way he talks to me. But I’m not going to tell him that. “Ryker and I are friends. He isn’t looking for a girlfriend he’s too busy.”
He nods, but it’s obvious he doesn’t believe me. “So busy he’s hanging out with you tonight and nearly throwing you in his car to go back to his hotel with you.”
I nod, walking around to the other side of his bike. I look at him. “Yet, here I am with you.”
Why did I just say that?
I regret saying that because now he is staring me down.
“If you’re thinking I am going to kiss you think again.” He throws his leg over his bike ending the fantasy that I didn’t even know existed in my head.
“Aren’t you going to help me on?” There is no hand this time. Just him ready to go.
“Nope.”
I shake my head, mouth hanging like some idiot. Was he about to ditch me? “Are you going to leave me here?”
He shakes his head. “Nope.”
“Then what are you doing?”
“I don’t know.”
I’m confused. I shake my head, not sure if I should climb on his bike or walk back inside the bar and leave him alone. He gets back off the bike and walks right up to me.
He’s being aggressive again. And I realize when he stands in front of me that it would only take him bending down and me raising up on my tiptoes for our lips to connect.
And now I am thinking about him kissing me. Something I shouldn’t be thinking about because of who he is. But I haven’t thought about who he is since the ride on his bike. Now he is just this incredibly tall, handsome guy, staring me down for no apparent reason.
I bite down on my lip, hating the pangs of lust going off in my body.
Kiss me. Put me out of my misery!
He has a crooked
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