her
not-so -fresh self at. To her complete surprise, she was met by a smiling face
with a familiar pair of sparkling blue eyes looking down at her.
In what looked like slow motion, the man opened his mouth and she watched
his lips move but Grace couldn’t hear a single word. “Huh?” she said, and for
some reason that amused him because he started to laugh. Grace realized that
she was still pressed up against his chest and started to back away when his
hand shot out and brushed against her cheek. Her heart started beating wildly
in her chest at the contact. She felt like she ha d just run the fifty yard dash, simply from his light touch across her skin.
His fingers looped around her head phones as he gave them a gentle tug, freeing the buds from her ears and sending loud music spilling into the air around them. He leaned into her . “Can you hear me now?”
Grace gasped when she finally heard his deep, smooth-as-silk voice in her
ear. The music! Grace scolded herself. She was mortified when she realized
that it had been up so loud she couldn’t hear a word that he had said and that she had probably screamed her apology at the top of her lungs.
“Yeah, I can hear you. Sorry about that before,” she mumbled as she forced herself to step away from his hard and deliciously masculine body. She stared at him, completely drawn in by his hypnotic blue eyes. They were so perfect, and 37
so familiar for some reason. As her heart continued to flutter in her chest,
Grace realized who he was and why he looked so familiar. He was one of the guys from the library. He looked different in less clothing … much better, in her opinion.
He seemed amused as she stood in front of him, temporarily rendered mute by his presence. “Yeah, I know. You already said that. Actually, you more or less yelled it at me, but I still got the message. No harm. Apology accepted.” Two people came up and stoo d behind him. Grace immediately recognized them as his friends from the library, but the big guy with the black hair now sported a nasty black eye. The one with the long blond hair leaned against the wall and watched.
“Hey, Playboy, long time no see.” Grace laughed as the big guy came and stood next to her. Playboy was the nickname that Meg and Bianca had given him after she told them the story of his ridiculous quest to find porn at the public library. The look of confusion on his face was priceless, and it quickly changed into one of panicked concentration. Grace could tell he was racking his brain trying to place where he knew her from … a one night stand, school, the supermarket, his apartment building … She could see him ticking off the possibilities in his head at a rapid rate with no success.
In his defense, the last time he’d seen her, Grace’s hair had been up in a tight bun, she’d had her glasses on, and she’d been standing on a stool in baggy everyday clothes. Her loose ponytail and the much tighter gym clothes she was currently wearing were likely throwing him off. Needing help, he looked over at his friend with the baby blue eyes. But his friend was too busy looking
curiously at Grace as if he too was trying to figure out who she was. Grace
blushed under the intense scrutiny.
Needing a distraction, Grace glanced up at the tall blond who suddenly started
smiling widely. Apparently, he remembered her and was happy to sit back and
watch this little scene play out for his own amusement.
“Do I … did we … have we met before?” The big guy stammered after a few
hand gestures back and forth between himself and Grace.
“Yep,” she said smugly, nodding her head and dragging out his torture a bit
longer by not offering any additional information.
“Where did we meet?” he asked, completely puzzled.
“Well, you said it was your first time—” Grace started, stopping abruptly,
trying not to give too much away and also trying
not-so -fresh self at. To her complete surprise, she was met by a smiling face
with a familiar pair of sparkling blue eyes looking down at her.
In what looked like slow motion, the man opened his mouth and she watched
his lips move but Grace couldn’t hear a single word. “Huh?” she said, and for
some reason that amused him because he started to laugh. Grace realized that
she was still pressed up against his chest and started to back away when his
hand shot out and brushed against her cheek. Her heart started beating wildly
in her chest at the contact. She felt like she ha d just run the fifty yard dash, simply from his light touch across her skin.
His fingers looped around her head phones as he gave them a gentle tug, freeing the buds from her ears and sending loud music spilling into the air around them. He leaned into her . “Can you hear me now?”
Grace gasped when she finally heard his deep, smooth-as-silk voice in her
ear. The music! Grace scolded herself. She was mortified when she realized
that it had been up so loud she couldn’t hear a word that he had said and that she had probably screamed her apology at the top of her lungs.
“Yeah, I can hear you. Sorry about that before,” she mumbled as she forced herself to step away from his hard and deliciously masculine body. She stared at him, completely drawn in by his hypnotic blue eyes. They were so perfect, and 37
so familiar for some reason. As her heart continued to flutter in her chest,
Grace realized who he was and why he looked so familiar. He was one of the guys from the library. He looked different in less clothing … much better, in her opinion.
He seemed amused as she stood in front of him, temporarily rendered mute by his presence. “Yeah, I know. You already said that. Actually, you more or less yelled it at me, but I still got the message. No harm. Apology accepted.” Two people came up and stoo d behind him. Grace immediately recognized them as his friends from the library, but the big guy with the black hair now sported a nasty black eye. The one with the long blond hair leaned against the wall and watched.
“Hey, Playboy, long time no see.” Grace laughed as the big guy came and stood next to her. Playboy was the nickname that Meg and Bianca had given him after she told them the story of his ridiculous quest to find porn at the public library. The look of confusion on his face was priceless, and it quickly changed into one of panicked concentration. Grace could tell he was racking his brain trying to place where he knew her from … a one night stand, school, the supermarket, his apartment building … She could see him ticking off the possibilities in his head at a rapid rate with no success.
In his defense, the last time he’d seen her, Grace’s hair had been up in a tight bun, she’d had her glasses on, and she’d been standing on a stool in baggy everyday clothes. Her loose ponytail and the much tighter gym clothes she was currently wearing were likely throwing him off. Needing help, he looked over at his friend with the baby blue eyes. But his friend was too busy looking
curiously at Grace as if he too was trying to figure out who she was. Grace
blushed under the intense scrutiny.
Needing a distraction, Grace glanced up at the tall blond who suddenly started
smiling widely. Apparently, he remembered her and was happy to sit back and
watch this little scene play out for his own amusement.
“Do I … did we … have we met before?” The big guy stammered after a few
hand gestures back and forth between himself and Grace.
“Yep,” she said smugly, nodding her head and dragging out his torture a bit
longer by not offering any additional information.
“Where did we meet?” he asked, completely puzzled.
“Well, you said it was your first time—” Grace started, stopping abruptly,
trying not to give too much away and also trying
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