Falling for Fallon (Oak Hill 2)

Yeah, I was in over my head with her. She was marrying someone, and here I was, giving zero fucks, asking no questions.

“Yep. Why not?”

Fallon stared at me, obviously conflicted. Her eyes were saying one thing, but her tense body was saying another.

I thought I had her. I thought she was going to agree and pull me by the hand so we could tackle this weird bucket list of hers together. I wasn’t even sure what was on the list. I’d skimmed it once, and the only thing that stood out was the marrying part. It could say “rob a bank,” and I’d be down.

“No.”

“What? Oh, come on, Fallon! I thought I had you there for a second.” I smirked and then ended it with my panty-dropping wink—the one that worked in my favor every single time I used it—but she stood up quickly, almost falling off her barstool.

“No, Emmett. I shouldn’t have come here. I… this list is real. I’m marrying someone.”

“I don’t see a ring,” I quipped.

She looked upset—distraught, even.

“Fallon, relax. I don’t know what’s really going on, but we can just be friends. No harm in that.”

And there wasn’t. Except the biggest case of blue balls ever.

“I can’t.”

“Why?” I asked, still sitting on my stool.

“Because I can’t be just friends with you, Emmett. Come on!”

I tilted my head at her, dissecting her every move, her every word. Why was I so caught up in her? Let her go, bro.

“Maybe you can be friends with me, but I can’t be friends with you. Not after that kiss! No way!”

Then she turned around, still clutching her notebook to her chest, and stormed out of the bar so fast she looked like a blur. I looked over at Dawson with, no doubt, a WTF look plastered on my face. His eyebrow was raised, and I only shrugged.

Well, shit.

For our second encounter… that kind of fucking sucked.

I scared her off.

I would have thought that me decking some creep, causing him to gush blood on the bar floor, would have been the thing to frighten her... but it didn’t. What scared her was the fact that I wanted to be her friend.

That I wanted to know her secrets.

“Hey, did she leave for the night?” Guy asked.

I nodded, drinking the rest of my beer.

“Fuck, she left her ID.”

A slow grin crept up on my face at the girl smiling on the ID that Guy was waving in front of my face.

I felt like a dog drooling over a milk bone. My eyes followed the beautiful face, brown hair and all.

I snatched it out of his hand and read its contents quickly:

Fallon Addington

1482 Robert William Dr.