Page 132 of Crazy for this Girl

LAYNEE: When you slipped in mud that one summer and ripped your pants.

CAL: Cute.

CAL: Mine was whenever you wore a white shirt.

My head snaps to him, but he keeps his gaze on my phone like he doesn’t even notice before his phone buzzes in my hand.

CAL: I had to get a girlfriend for you to walk around me in a bikini.

LAYNEE: It was the first summer I had boobs!

CAL: I beg to differ.

LAYNEE: OMG, how many times did you stare at my tits?!

CAL: Every damn chance I got.

LAYNEE: Horny ass boy.

CAL: Still think so?

LAYNEE: Still know so.

CAL: I’m a grown man now, Laynee Reese. If you remember, there are plenty more dirty things I can do now than just stare at your tits.

LAYNEE: We can stop talking about my tits now.

CAL: How about the other things?

I can feel every inch of my body burn with the mental imagery when he came to Charlotte. And now, we’re within inches of each other and I can’t think of anything else.

We can’t do this.

I can’t survive him leaving me again.

LAYNEE: Especially those.

CAL: Not a problem, Miss Reese. I don’t need words to leave my lips to do them.

My cousin, the one who wants me to hire him, is going to die.

I swear to Christ if he continues to eye-fuck the swell of Laynee’s breasts under her red dress that leaves nothing to the imagination, I’m going to shove my steak knife through his throat at a dinner he wasn’t supposed to be at.

And, of course, to make matters worse, Laynee is laughing at his immature and lame jokes, participating in his conversation of crazy times she had in high school to which I wasn’t a part of, obviously.

Along with most of them, I didn’t fucking know.

When Laynee won some award for most volunteer hours, her foot had fallen asleep, and when she stood, she face planted in front of a crowd of parents and students. I didn’t know that she had a mad crush on a boy named Braxton during sophomore year and slipped while wearing flip flops on a rainy day just to end up flashing him when her skirt flipped up.

“Damn,” Tanner chuckles over his glass of tequila. “A lot of lucky boys that day.”

Laynee covers half of her face and groans. “I wasn’t thinking that when it happened. I just wanted to disappear into the floor.”

“I bet no one came up to complain to you, did they?”

They better not of come up to her at fucking all, but that’s me being in denial.

Total denial.

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