Page 94 of Fifty First Times (Sharing You 0.40)
“Believe it or not . . .” I’d leaned down, tweaking the tip of her nose. “I’m smarter than most people realize. “
Her nose had scrunched as she’d pulled back. “I know you are.”
The statement had caught me off guard and I’d said nothing as a slight smile crossed her face. “That’s the one thing I like about you, Ollie. You’re smart.”
I’d snapped out of it. “The only thing you like about me?”
“It’s not the only thing,” she’d replied. “You have a nice ass.”
A laugh burst from me, and her smile had spread. “I always knew you’d been checking me out this whole damn time.”
Brit had shrugged as she shifted her weight.
“And you wait until the night before I leave to tell me? That’s wrong.”
She’d laughed softly, but the smile on her face had quickly slipped away. “Are you going to behave yourself?”
To this day I had no idea why I’d said what I had, nor could I have predicted its effect on me. “Of course,” I’d said. And the next words had to have climbed out of my ass. “For you.”
She’d drawn in a shallow breath and then stretched up. She’d kissed my cheek, and fuck if my heart hadn’t lurched like something crazy in my chest. “Please take care of yourself,” she’d whispered, her lips brushing my cheek.
I’d watched her rock back and a small, sad smile filled her pouty lips before she’d nodded once and then turned, heading toward the apartment building.
Damn if I hadn’t wanted to chase after her.
That had almost been two months ago, and that chaste, sweet little kiss on my cheek was the most action I’d seen in that time.
It was like being a damn virgin again for me.
But I was back in the little speck of the Eastern Panhandle for the weekend. I was out here, sitting in my car like one of those weird men who hung out near college parties in vans, reminiscing about the good old days.
Scrubbing a hand down my jaw, I then killed the engine and glanced over at the three-story home. Light spilled out of the garage. Place wasn’t too packed. Hell, I wasn’t sure why I came here. Okay. That was a lie. I’d been planning on coming down for a visit to see my friends, but I hadn’t planned on the party. But Cam was going. So was Avery.
And they told me Brit would be here.
And so here I was. With a purpose that didn’t involve getting shit-faced. At least right off the bat. I needed all my functioning brain cells, because I had to talk to Brit. Needed to know if there was some
thing between us after a year’s worth of flirting and smack talk. If there was, then damn if we didn’t need to act on it, so I could get her the hell out of my head. And if there wasn’t, then at least I had my answer and I could get her the hell out of my head.
The whole point of tonight was to get back to normal, and normal for me wasn’t lusting after any one girl in particular, especially one who’d only kissed my cheek for shit’s sake.
Yanking the rubber band off my wrist, I pulled my hair back from my face and reached for the bottle—
A knock on the window jarred me and my head swung toward it. My heart jumped. Not from surprise either. Surprise would’ve been better.
Brit stared in at me. Those big, beautiful brown eyes of hers were outlined in black. A grin curled her lips up at the corners as thick lashes lowered. “Scare ya?”
For a moment, I did nothing but stare at her like a dumbass. God, it had only been about two months since I’d last seen her, but I swore I still could feel her lips on my cheek.
“Ollie?” Her smile started to slip.
Snapping out of it, I reached for the door and stepped out. Brit moved back, her eyes following me as I straightened to my full height. I was a tall guy, well over six feet, but Brit wasn’t too much of a shortie. Her lips lined up with my chin.
“You’ve been waiting out here for me?” I asked, grinning as she rolled her eyes. “Admit it. You were.”
Wearing one of those sweater dresses, I had a hell of a hard time keeping my eyes off her pretty legs as she crossed her arms across her chest. “Actually, I just got here and saw you sitting in your car. I was hoping you weren’t passed out already.”
“Come on, you know me better than that. It’s at the end of the night when I’m usually passed out in my car.”
