Page 2 of Valentine's Daddy To Go
“That’s cool,” my friend chirps. “Nellie and I are in the same boat. My name is Amy by the way.” She holds out her hand, waiting for him to shake it. He smirks and wraps his massive fingers around her palm.
“I’m Colton, but my friends call me Colt.”
“Are you saying that we’re friends if I call you Colt?” Amy asks flirtatiously.
“If you want to be.”
She simpers.
“I think I would like that. I might like it evenmoreif we could be more than friends.”
“More than friends, huh?” he smirks again.
Amy has gotten rather close to Colt at this point. Her hands go to his shoulders, and she gets a look of mock surprise on her face.
“Wow, you’re so muscular. Do you work out a lot?”
At this point, I look away because it’s getting a little too cheesy for me. Do people really do this? Evidently, yes. Embarrassed, I look back over at Colt’s friend, Nash, and the air escapes my lungs. Goodness, he’s still looking at me. Did he ever look away? Maybe I have something in my teeth or on my face? Oh boy, that would be beyond embarrassing. There’s no way for me to discreetly check, but I purse my lips and quickly brush my hand down the side of my face to remove any potential crumbs.
Here’s this hot guy probably secretly laughing at me because I’m a legitimate mess. I keep glancing at him, my eyes wandering between the cup in my hand and his face.
This all feels so very, very awkward. I need to get out of here.
I look back over to where Colt and Amy are flirting but like magic, the two of them have disappeared. How is this possible? I do a sweep around the party with my eyes, but they are nowhere to be found.
“Really?” I mumble to myself. “Where did they go?”
I hear Nash chuckle and turn back around.
“What?” I demand.
The word comes out a lot more annoyed than I expected, but Iama little annoyed, so I don’t apologize. Plus, it’s rude to laugh at people in distress.
“Nothing, but they went that way,” he points, “if you want to follow your friend.” I turn in the direction of his finger, but I don’t see Amy or Colt anywhere. I’m sure they’re looking for a private area to do privatethings, and I don’t want to interrupt their fun. Even if that means me being a little uncomfortable.
“No, it’s fine,” I respond. “It just would have been nice if she told me that they were leaving, but it’s fine. I’m fine. I really am fine. Totally fine.” Ugh, I sound so needy and desperate. What is wrong with me?
The handsome man grins, revealing bright white teeth that gleam in the twilight.
“Are you sure you’re fine? I can’t tell. If you’re fine that is.” Nash has this amused look on his face. I must have said the word fine like one thousand times. Maybe even more. He must think I’m an idiot.
It’s not helping that he’s hotter than the fires of hell. His body and his eyes and his face and his everything! Ugh! It’s like my brain is turning to mush.
Why is he making me so stupid!?
“Yes, I am fine, Nash. Your name is Nash, right?”
“It is. And you’re Nellie.”
I nod. Not going to lie. It’s kind of surprising to me that he remembered my name. I thought I’d be someone to ignore to a hottie like him, but maybe I was wrong. He grins again. The man is so handsome he could make a popsicle melt on a winter day.
“Well, it’s nice to meet you, Nellie. Are you enjoying the party?”
“Uh, yeah,” I answer. I guess we’re having a conversation now. “It’s not my usual scene, but it’s fun.”
He nods.
“Yeah, I’m not much of a partier myself. Usually, I’m riding or tinkering with my bike.” With the mention of his bike, it’s the first time I notice he’s casually leaning against a chopper. I can’t believe I hadn’t noticed it before. The machine is pretty huge, but I guess I didn’t notice because I was so preoccupied with his physical presence that everything else kind of faded away.
