Page 10 of Make You Love Me

“Attagirl… lead the way.” He motions for me to walk.

I smile to myself as we head towards the beckoning, flashing lights of the arcade.

Hours later, we’re walking out laughing loudly while Greyson carries a ridiculously oversized stuffed pink unicorn.

“I can’t believe you won that.” I laugh while he repositions the pink monstrosity over his shoulder.

“Hey, what kind of gentleman would I be if I didn’t? Besides, I saw you eying this thing the moment we walked in the door.” He quirks his lips to the side, forming an adorable half-smile.

Geez, was that a dimple? Mother have mercy, this man is dangerously handsome.

“Well, thank you very much, sir. I love it!” I giggle back.

Feeling my phone buzz in my purse, I take it out, seeing three notifications from Jonathan. Oh, sonowhe wants to talk. His timing sucks.

“Still haven’t dumped the douchebag yet?” Greyson says from beside me, clearly eyeing my phone from his vantage point.

“Ugh, no. To be honest, we haven’t talked since Saturday night. But I plan on it…” I trail off at the end, muttering more to myself than him.

“No one needs that shit in their life. From the looks of it, you already deal with enough,” he says meaningfully.

“That obvious, huh?” I sigh, lowering my head in defeat.

He frees one of his hands and lifts my chin. “Never let anyone make you feel like you're not good enough. Keep your chin up, the world will treat you differently.”

“Thanks, Greyson,” I say, staring into his blue eyes. They search mine like he has something more to say, but instead, he nudges my shoulder with his. “Come on Stacks, let’s get you home. Don’t want your grandma to think I kidnapped you.”

What did he just call me?

“Why did you just call me that?” I question, bracing myself for his explanation.

Greyson smiles. “Because the first time I saw you I thought damn, look at that perfectly stacked ass. Then you turned around with those,” he says, pointing to my chest, making heat flare in my cheeks. “And a flawless face to match. It was obvious you were stacked in all the right places.”

His words bring heat to my core. I have never had a guy, especially one who looks like him, speak so positively about my body. Yes, men have ogled me but to have someone like Greyson who isn’t actively trying to screw me talk to me like this definitely builds my confidence up a few notches.

“That wasn’t what I was expecting.” Smiling up at him, I add, “But I like it. Thank you for being a guy who knows how to appreciate a girl with curves.”

Nudging my chin up with his knuckle so he can stare into my eyes, he says, “Anytime... they deserve to be fully appreciated.”

Not quite sure how to handle his compliments, I nervously look down at my phone. It’s almost six p.m., and I’ve been having so much fun, I’ve lost track of time.

“Oh! I didn’t realize what time it was. I’m sorry I took up so much of your time.”

“Stop that right now. What did I say about that shit?” He looks at me, a bit annoyed. “Lottie, I enjoyed today, and I want to hang out again soon. Would you want to go out on the boat this week?”

“I’d love to,” I say before I can even digest the fact that he asked me out.-

“Good,” he says as he grabs my hand with his free one.

As we walk back to his pickup truck, I can't help but giggle at the fact that this gorgeous man, all muscles and squared jaw, looks absolutely insane holding a bright pink unicorn on his shoulder. But the smile on his face tells me he couldn’t care less what people think of him. It’s so refreshing.

I think I could learn a lot from him.

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Greyson helps me out of the truck and grabs my unicorn out of the back. Walking me up to the front door, he hands me my prize.

He leans down and kisses me on the cheek, lingering for just a few moments before he steps back and looks at me. The steady butterflies in my stomach are in full force right now.

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