Page 2 of Summer Nights

“I’m alright.” I breathe out. The guy carrying me instantly slows down his brisk pace.

“Guys she’s awake.” He yells.

“No shit sherlock.” I chuckle. “You just interrupted my midnight dip.”

“Well,” He huffs slightly out of breath, that gorgeous accent of his becoming laced with a hint of anger, his grip on me tightening. “You scared the fuck out of us,” There is a slight shake to his voice before he continues, “and we don’t scare easily.”

“I’m glad to have been of service. I hope none of you have a heart condition. It might have been fatal.” I giggle which seems to catch him off guard. He eventually returns a chuckle that heats my body, making my thighs clench.

“You’re a handful, aren’t you?” He questions. It seems my ridiculous wit and complete and utter state of delulu has helped him to lighten up.

“You’ve got no idea.” I smile. The world around me is still blurry but as I continue blinking, I start to make out a silhouette of my saviour.

The water is dripping off us in streams as we finally make it out of the water. I’m sure the dress Grace demanded me to wear tonight is completely ruined. At least I’ll have an incredible story to tell her while she plots my murder. Just have to hope these guys are as gorgeous as their voices lead me to believe. Might make her ease up on me slightly. That way I can play the hot guy card.

The guy holding me slowly lowers me down on the sand. My legs collapse under me, the alcohol having well and truly taken hold of my senses. Thank God the guy hadn’t taken his hands off me otherwise I have no doubt I would have face planted in the sand and well and embarrassed myself even more than I'm sure I already have.

“Fuck sweetheart. How about we take a seat for a moment ?” He takes a breath sitting next to me in the sand, his hands still firmly on my waist.

“What, aren’t you used to girls just falling over their feet when they meet you?” I retort, my voice laced in sarcasm.

He lets out a loud laugh. “I didn’t realise I would be meeting a comedian tonight. Let alone one as terrible as you.”

“Come on. I’ve got a good one for you. What do you call a fake noodle?” He pauses for a moment. I can feel his eyes on me even though my own are blurry as he takes me in completely before replying.

“I don’t know.” He chuckles.

“An impasta.” He laughs, almost choking as he does. “That was terrible.” He says through the laughter.

“Well, if that wasn’t good enough for you, I do have a joke for you about chemistry, but I don’t think it’ll get a reaction.”

That one causes him to tip his head back and bark out a laugh. Finally I’m able to clear my vision, wiping my eyes free of the saltwater and sand. What I see leaves me breathless. I take in the man who I dub my ‘saviour’ for the first time as he continues to laugh at my terrible joke. Fuck, he very well might be one of the most beautiful men I have ever seen in my life. His skin is dead set fucking glowing in the moonlight. His hair sits in natural loose curls on the top of his head effortlessly. Like he woke up that way and wasn’t just wading through the water to save my drunk ass.

Because Betty doesn’t seem to know how to shut the fuck up, she continues with the lamest jokes I think I have ever uttered in my life. “I’ve also got a great joke about construction too but I’m still working on it.”

This causes the guy to be sent into further uncontrollable fits of laughter. And I can’t help the way my eyes latch onto him.

I would bet my life on this man being carved straight from a God. How can one human be so perfect? I also don’t fail to notice that I am sitting right in between his legs. One behind me pressed against my back, the other has both of my legs draped over it. One hand holds himself upright, the other resting on my leg. I look down at it, watching the way it rubs across my skin. I don’t realise he’s stopped laughing until he clears his throat. I look up at him, the moonlight completely lighting up his face. His giant smile is reflected in his bright blue eyes. Eyes that hold me captive. His smile drops slightly, as though he is taken by surprise.

“What’s your name beautiful?” His voice purrs slightly like he is flirting with me. Surely not. Not to say I am not confident in myself but like I said earlier, this man is fucking perfection.

“Scarlett.” I say as his smile disappears completely and he diverts his eyes. Something washing over his expression so quickly that I can’t quite put my finger on. Almost like grief.

As quickly as it takes me to blink, he rights his smile as though it never fell in the first place and looks back at me. “It's a beautiful name.”

“Thanks. And yours?” I ask with a slight blush.

“Pike.”

“Well thanks for saving me Pike.”

The sound of heavy footsteps hitting the dry sand sound from somewhere behind us.

“Is she alright Pike? How did you find her?” I turn around and look up, taking in the four guys standing over us.

Fuck me.

One of the newcomers kneels so close I can’t help but take in my fill of him. The first thing I notice aside from how insanely hot this man is, is the scar running through his left eyebrow. While a lot of people would see this as some kind of flaw, it just adds to his appeal. His hazel eyes run over my face and body. Flecks of green, brown and gold captivate me. I can just imagine how beautiful they would be in the sunlight.

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