Page 10 of Hers to Kiss
Chapter 4
Keke smiled as Pete nodded in resignation. The look on his face—both hopeful and fearful—endeared him to her…a little.
“Move,” he grunted.
Keke hopped up from the bed, bitting her lip to keep from giggling. He was embarrassed, she got that. But with her help, he’d win the girl.
Pete snapped a sheet above a bed, and his much larger biceps flexed. Despite his changed exterior, Keke still saw the same nerd who would use his fingers to clean out his ears and had to shove thick-rimmed glasses up the bridge of his nose every three seconds.
Wait a minute…
“Where are your glasses? How can you see?”
He stood upright, sliding easily into her personal space. His dark eyes raked her with a tired expression. Keke cringed at the unexpected shiver of pleasure his study of her had caused. Her nerves hummed from shock.Where did that come from?
Okay, so his eyes were actually kind of soulful looking—with the gravitational pull of a black hole. She had never noticed them behind those chunky glasses of his. And the longer she stared into them, the deeper the connection.
She couldnothave a connection with Petey Headley. She was going to set him up with the cheerleader.
And it went against the code.
“Contacts,” he said simply.
Right. Duh.Keke shook the stupid from her head. This guy was literally making her stupid, and she graduated with a near perfect grade point average.
“Still wear them sometimes. The glasses.”
“Well, you look…” Ugh, she couldn’t say it. It would be like skirting the line between right and wrong. A very, very fine line. Or in the case of a hot guy, a slippery slope. After acknowledging attraction, you’re careening down the side of a mountain into his arms followed by an avalanche of love.
She couldn’t do that to Bertie. It’d be too weird.
Or herself. She had way too much life to experience before falling in love.
Pete crossed his arms, his biceps growing larger with the movement. She bit the inside of her mouth to associate his good looks with pain. Eventually, she’d foam at the mouth.
His arched brow dared Keke to say the words they both knew she thought.
Like a chicken, she cleared her throat and began arranging the toiletries on a shelf across the cabin.
Pete laughed softly. “It’s okay if you can’t say it. Your eyes did all the talking earlier.”
Keke grunted. She’d forgotten about that scene in the parking lot. If she had just takena secondto look at him, she would’ve recognized him. At least, that’s what she’d been telling herself.
“Look”—she turned around—“this isn’t about me and what I think about you. This is about you learning how to get a girl. Do you want the lessons or not?”
Pete’s eyes went to the ceiling. “I know I’m going to regret it.”
“Full refund, promise.”
“Seeing how I’m not actually paying for anything… Okay. Go.”
Keke smiled. “First lesson is talking to the girl.”
Keke sauntered up to Pete, biting her lip so she wouldn’t laugh at the growing look of fear in his face or the rise of red up his neck. So cute.Ack!She could only do this if she killed her own attraction to him. She took a deep breath.
“A girl judges a guy’s confidence on how he stands and then what he says. The first few seconds are critical.” She quickly scanned his stance. “Your posture is good.”
That’s as far as she would go to say he looked great. His chest filled out his shirt too well, and his fitted jeans didn’t hide any chicken legs. More than great.
