Page 7 of Jack Frost
His ripped, rippling muscles threaten to burst his shirt right off, and his low-slung jeans sit easily on his hips. He smiles at us and I want to just melt through the floorboards of his front porch.
This man is the definition of sexy.
“I’m glad you made it,” he says, pushing his dark, wavy brown hair back and away from his face. “For a minute I thought you weren’t gonna show.”
“Well, we’re here now,” Sammy says, pushing me into the house. I stumble a little and Jack catches me easily by the arm, his strong hand wrapping around my wrist.
“I thought you were going to blow me off. Like you got a better invitation at the last minute.” His dark brown eyes shine from beneath strong brows, dipping down into a perfectly sculpted nose and cheekbones.
I steady myself against his chest, my fingers digging in a little when I feel the rock-hard muscles beneath them.
“Nope,” I say, pulling away from him like I’ve touched a hot stove by accident. “We were just hanging out, so we decided why not stop by?”
“I’m glad you finally came,” he says, turning me around and grabbing the neck of my coat, sliding it off my back and hanging it up quickly in a closet in the hall. Sammy hands him her coat as well and he hangs them up side by side. “Most of my guests put their coats upstairs, but I want to make sure nothing happens to your guys’.”
“That’s very nice of you,” Sammy says, stepping toward the living room and peeking in. “This is a really nice place you have here.”
“Yeah, thanks. You probably know this, but the main house belongs to my mom. I’m just kind of crashing here for a while before I get my shit figured out.”
“Oh?” I say, taking a look around. The house itself is old, but the decor and finishes are all very clean and modern. “Thinking of moving?”
“Maybe. I might be moving down to the city for law school.” He turns around on his heels, his hands shoved into the faded denim on his back pockets. The muscles in his forearms flex and burn as he starts to walk toward the living room. “Come with me. Let me grab you guys a drink.”
Sammy looks over at me and winks, nudging me in the ribs and tilting a chin toward Jack’s butt. I mouth at her to cut it out as we both follow him into the kitchen, weaving through the crowd of jocks and punks hanging out together and having a good time.
“Let’s start you each out with a cold one,” he says, grabbing two bottles of beer from the fridge, fishing around in his pocket for a bottle opener attached to his keyring, and pops the caps off before handing both of us our drinks.
“Thanks for this,” Sammy says, taking a long pull of her beer. “I think I see something I like right over there,” she adds.
“Who have you got your eye on?” Jack asks, crossing his arms across the thin t-shirt that’s making me think naughty things.
“I like that one right over...there.” She points to a tall guy in a beat-up leather jacket and a short blond faux-hawk. “He looks like he’d be a lot of fun.”
“Yean,” Jack says, taking a sip of his beer. “That’s my buddy Sean. Good guy. And I heard that he’s huge.”
I nearly choke on my beer and wipe my mouth with the back of my hand.
“What?” I ask with incredulity. “You heard that?”
“Yeah,” he says. “Some people like to kiss and tell.” He looks down at the floor and then his eyes lock on mine. Or maybe he wasn’t looking at the floor. Maybe he was looking down at his crotch, because right now that’s exactly where I want to look, but I strain to stop myself from doing it.
“Let me see for myself,” Sammy whispers to me, bouncing away to go into the living room where Sean is standing, chatting and laughing with a few guys I recognize from being on the football team senior year.
“You friend there is very forward,” Jack says, coming over to stand next to me and look out over the kitchen island into the living room. He has a very large tree set up, covered in multicolored lights and red ornaments, and beside it on a small table he has a pretty silver Menorah.
“She isn’t usually like this,” I say, taking a sip of my drink and looking up sidelong at Jack. He looks down and wags an eyebrow at me. “Okay, maybe sheisusually like this. But not to this extent.” I swallow the excitement forming in my throat as I observe Sammy laughing and flirting with Sean, her pretty smile flashing and her hair glowing next to the light of the tree.
“So why tonight?” he asks, leaning an elbow on the island and coming down a little bit to my level. At clear over six feet he towers over me, and now that he’s down eye to eye, his face looks even more perfect.
“What do you mean?” I ask, resting my forearms on the counter next to him. Sammy’s about ten feet away from me, but she’s in her own world and loving it.
“I mean why’s your friend over there like this tonight? What’s so special about tonight? Because it’s New Year’s?”
I sigh and roll the bottom edge of my bottle on the counter before taking another long sip. “Yeah, that’s part of it. We kind of have this little tradition where one night a year…oh, you don’t want to hear about this. It’s a silly girly thing we do.”
“No,” he says, moving a little closer to me and bumping his shoulder into mine. “Tell me. I want to know.”
“We have this thing where every year we pick one night to just say screw it, and do whatever we feel like. Is that silly?”
