when I needed one?
He shoved long strands of hair out of his eyes. “Reggie gave me your cell number, but I couldn’t get through.” A lightning bolt split the sky and thunder roared, the clouds decided to burst and a mantle of water flooded down.
I weighted my shoulder into the frame and tugged the glass up. “Get in before you get drenched.” In a graceful swoop, Becket was in my bedroom and he helped me shut the window from the sleeting raindrops.
A waterslide of unruly hair dripped into his eyes. “Thanks, but I’m getting your floor wet.” His hands thrust the hair off his forehead plastering the strands to his head.
I raced to the chair and gathered my comfy robe and chucked it in his direction. He caught it and looked at me with an amused glitter in his eyes. “What do you want me to do with this?” he asked. “I’m not wearing your robe.”
Switching on the light, I said, “Use it to wipe up the floor.” I tugged at my top and boxers hoping they’d magically evolve into something tolerable.
I tried not to gawk as he mopped his face with my robe, then he crouched to the floor to suck up the water. Rising to his full height, I felt dwarfed, and my room suddenly became extra small. He bunched my robe into a ball.
My attempt to sound carefree was pitiful. “I didn’t expect to see you so soon.” And took the robe from his hands and threw it on the floor next to the doorway.
“Ah, she speaks.”
Becket appeared unruffled, like jumping into a girl’s bedroom window after midnight was common. He gave my room a once over, his eyes landing on me. “Clean.”
After Mom died I inherited her clean freakdom and took that as a compliment. “Want to sit until the rain subsides?”
“In your bed?” He purred with sarcasm. “Leo, what kind of guy do you take me for?”
“Um…chair. Sit.” Words ejected from my mouth as heat torpedoed into every nook and cranny of my body.
He stifled a grin and shoved off his jacket and sneakers. Hearing my intake of breath, Becket smirked. He raised his arms expressing innocence. “They’re wet and dirty. Don’t have a conniption. I didn’t want to get mud all over your floor.” In stocking feet he padded to the chair and sat. “Relax, Leo.”
Ashamed by my timid-ass stupidity, I backtracked and sat on the edge of the bed. I crossed my ankles and noticed his gaze traveling the length of my legs.
“Nice.”
“Nice what?”
“Legs, you have nice legs.”
“Thanks.” Flattery will get him everywhere. I lifted my knees up to my chest and held them in place with my arms. Aware of my self-consciousness, his lips spread in a rakish smile.
Following a clumsy silence, I said, “The rain will let up in a minute.”
“In a hurry to get rid of me?” His eyes were cool and alluring, fringed with black lashes, abnormal considering the paleness of his hair. No wonder every girl in school drooled when his name was mentioned.
“It’s late,” I said for no reason other than to break the awkwardness.
He blasted me with a righteous smile. “Have to get your beauty rest, eh?” His smile contagious, I countered with a grin. In a detached manner he shelved his right leg over his left by the ankle, looking completely laid-back. “You should smile more often, it suits you.”
Knowing full well my hair was in chaos, I scuttled fingertips into my head, quelling the rats nest.
“Like I was saying before the storm,” he said. “I tried calling you—”
“I lost my phone.”
His chin lifted in a partial nod. “After I dropped you at home I meant to make a specific date for that cup of coffee and it’s been bothering me.”
“If you really want that cup of coffee, it’s too late now.”
“You’re getting the sarcastic gist.” He scratched his nubby chin. “Tomorrow, after school.” Becket, embodied with self-confidence like he knew my answer would be a dreamy eyed yes.
“Can I let you know tomorrow?” I sucked at my puckish reply.
“
He shoved long strands of hair out of his eyes. “Reggie gave me your cell number, but I couldn’t get through.” A lightning bolt split the sky and thunder roared, the clouds decided to burst and a mantle of water flooded down.
I weighted my shoulder into the frame and tugged the glass up. “Get in before you get drenched.” In a graceful swoop, Becket was in my bedroom and he helped me shut the window from the sleeting raindrops.
A waterslide of unruly hair dripped into his eyes. “Thanks, but I’m getting your floor wet.” His hands thrust the hair off his forehead plastering the strands to his head.
I raced to the chair and gathered my comfy robe and chucked it in his direction. He caught it and looked at me with an amused glitter in his eyes. “What do you want me to do with this?” he asked. “I’m not wearing your robe.”
Switching on the light, I said, “Use it to wipe up the floor.” I tugged at my top and boxers hoping they’d magically evolve into something tolerable.
I tried not to gawk as he mopped his face with my robe, then he crouched to the floor to suck up the water. Rising to his full height, I felt dwarfed, and my room suddenly became extra small. He bunched my robe into a ball.
My attempt to sound carefree was pitiful. “I didn’t expect to see you so soon.” And took the robe from his hands and threw it on the floor next to the doorway.
“Ah, she speaks.”
Becket appeared unruffled, like jumping into a girl’s bedroom window after midnight was common. He gave my room a once over, his eyes landing on me. “Clean.”
After Mom died I inherited her clean freakdom and took that as a compliment. “Want to sit until the rain subsides?”
“In your bed?” He purred with sarcasm. “Leo, what kind of guy do you take me for?”
“Um…chair. Sit.” Words ejected from my mouth as heat torpedoed into every nook and cranny of my body.
He stifled a grin and shoved off his jacket and sneakers. Hearing my intake of breath, Becket smirked. He raised his arms expressing innocence. “They’re wet and dirty. Don’t have a conniption. I didn’t want to get mud all over your floor.” In stocking feet he padded to the chair and sat. “Relax, Leo.”
Ashamed by my timid-ass stupidity, I backtracked and sat on the edge of the bed. I crossed my ankles and noticed his gaze traveling the length of my legs.
“Nice.”
“Nice what?”
“Legs, you have nice legs.”
“Thanks.” Flattery will get him everywhere. I lifted my knees up to my chest and held them in place with my arms. Aware of my self-consciousness, his lips spread in a rakish smile.
Following a clumsy silence, I said, “The rain will let up in a minute.”
“In a hurry to get rid of me?” His eyes were cool and alluring, fringed with black lashes, abnormal considering the paleness of his hair. No wonder every girl in school drooled when his name was mentioned.
“It’s late,” I said for no reason other than to break the awkwardness.
He blasted me with a righteous smile. “Have to get your beauty rest, eh?” His smile contagious, I countered with a grin. In a detached manner he shelved his right leg over his left by the ankle, looking completely laid-back. “You should smile more often, it suits you.”
Knowing full well my hair was in chaos, I scuttled fingertips into my head, quelling the rats nest.
“Like I was saying before the storm,” he said. “I tried calling you—”
“I lost my phone.”
His chin lifted in a partial nod. “After I dropped you at home I meant to make a specific date for that cup of coffee and it’s been bothering me.”
“If you really want that cup of coffee, it’s too late now.”
“You’re getting the sarcastic gist.” He scratched his nubby chin. “Tomorrow, after school.” Becket, embodied with self-confidence like he knew my answer would be a dreamy eyed yes.
“Can I let you know tomorrow?” I sucked at my puckish reply.
“
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