Page 26 of Things I Wish I Said
All heads swing toward the sound to find Hannah Waters standing beside us, her long, tanned legs on full display in hershort skirt and crop top. Blonde hair spills over her shoulders and down her back as her bright green eyes meet mine, and I lick my lips. “Hey, Han.”
“Where have you been hiding lately?”
“In the back seat of Dustin’s Chevy.” Trent snickers behind me, and I flip him the bird.
“I’ve been busy.” I shrug. “Baseball. Training. You know how it is.”
She hums under her breath. “Yeah. You’re going to George Mason in the fall, right?”
I nod. “That’s right.”
Assuming I don’t fuck it up.
“Funny. So am I.”
“Is that so?”
She tilts her head, playing coy as she nods, and I instantly know how my night will end. Women are one of the three things that help me block out my dark thoughts.
Reaching into the cooler, Hannah grabs a bottle of water, her crop top barely covering anything as she bends down.
“Damn,” Cameron mutters behind me.
I bite my lip, watching as she straightens again and lifts the bottle, taking a long pull of her drink, a bead of condensation rippling over the surface of the plastic before falling to her chest. She caps the bottle and bats her eyelashes. “Well, I’ll leave you boys to it, but you know where to find me.” She winks, then turns, giving me a stellar view of her ass.
“You know where to find me, Graysie-poo,” Cameron mocks. “That girl wants to ride you so hard. Lucky bastard.”
I smirk, unable to deny it. Hannah has been after me the better part of the year, but I don’t do commitments, only easy, no-strings hookups, and something tells me Hannah wants strings. But after my meeting with Ryleigh, I’m feeling itchy, restless. A distraction wouldn’t be such a bad thing.
“Maybe. But I’m not looking to get into anything right now.”
“Dude,” Trent says. “Were you watching the same girl I was just now?”
I shrug.
“You’re going to the same college, man. You could have a steady hookup if you want it.”
“And when she decides she no longer wants casual?” I arch a brow in his direction.
“Then cut and run. But I can think of a hell of lot worse things than being regular fuck buddies with Hannah Waters. Hell, I’d give my left nut for her to use me as her own personal sex toy.”
I snort. “You’re twisted.”
“I’m not kidding.”
“I don’t doubt it, but that chick has high-maintenance written all over her.”
The moment the words leave my mouth, Hannah shimmies her skirt down her thighs, revealing long, toned legs in a string bikini bottom that’s more thong than anything.
Cameron bites his fist while Trent grunts and says, “If high maintenance looks like that, then it’s underrated.”
I snort. “Y’all going to Kip’s party Friday night?” I ask, changing the subject.
“I don’t know, man. Didn’t the cops bust up his last one?” Cameron frowns.
“Wasn’t there, so I wouldn’t know.”
“Sure ya weren’t.” Trent rolls his eyes.
