Nobody else seems to see what I see.
I looked at his profile. Wondering exactly what that was.
With his short cropped blonde hair and straight nose and full lips and long corded neck, he looked like a cross between an athlete and a bad boy.
Which is an accurate assessment really.
He’s both.
“Now, come over here Sweet Girl.” He patted the bench next to him. “And give me a show as sweet as the one you were giving my buddies to make me jealous.”
I choked a little on my food. “I wasn’t-”
“Weren’t you?” He cut me off.
“No. I-”
“Cause it was working.” He finished.
I blinked slowly. Peering at him. “You were jealous.”
“Yeah. They were giving you wayyy more attention than they ever give me…”
I swatted at his shoulder.
Chuckling, he dodged further blows.
He patted the bench next to him again and tipped his head to insist.