Since Delanie was taking forever and a day, I fall back into the sand with Mandie, the water running up and wetting me to my ankles. I try so desperately not to look over at where she is flirting with the three hotties, but it’s hard. My eyes are trained on the taller one, and man, is he a sight. I want to inspect each of the tattoos that covers his chest and back. The middle one has them along his arms with only a few on his chest, and the littlest one, whom I assume is the youngest, has none.
He’s a baby.
And Delanie is gonna gobble him up.
I want to feel bad, but he doesn’t seem to be hurting any. He is giving just as good as she is, and their body language is on the brink of being disgusting. The middle one looks bored and keeps glancing at his phone, while the bigger one is looking off at the ocean, bored too, I think. I want to go over there, but I’m not sure what I would do once I got there. I don’t want to hook up, I don’t even want to know him, so why do I feel this need to go over there? It isn’t like he is going to pay me any mind. Yeah, he was checking me out, but that’s what guys do. They check out and decide if they want some; obviously, he does not want any. Which is fine with me.
I refuse to admit that may dent my ego a tidbit.
Just a smidge.
As I watch him pathetically, I try to act like I’m looking at other stuff so that Mandie doesn’t catch on. I act as if, Wow, that’s a gorgeous bird, when really, I’m like, Holy shit, his shorts are hanging low. Oh look at that, that kid’s got some skills on that wakeboard, but really, I’m thinking Does he have abs on top of abs on top of abs? I think I’m doing well, but when his eyes meet mine, I gasp, obviously caught. We are both wearing sunglasses, but I swear his gaze is boring into mine. Almost like he knows I am drinking in every single detail of him, just to keep in a little vault in my mind for the rest of my life. When I get bored, I can open it and think about the hottie on the beach who wanted nothing to do with me. But then, something inside me tells me I’m wrong.
I think he might want me.
But still, he doesn’t move. His mouth pulls up at the side as he runs his hand through his hair before he pulls his gaze from mine and looks back at where Delanie is obviously talking their ears off. She’s good at that.
“Jesus, I just got hot too,” Mandie gasps from beside me. “That guy is fire.”
“And I want to be the gasoline,” I mutter and she laughs.
“I’m telling you, go hook up. It isn’t like you’ll ever see him again. Fun Florida Fling. Ha-ha, the three Fs!”
I want to laugh, but I shake my head. “No way. That’s all I need. To have sex, get pregnant or get an STD, or worse, catch feelings for the dude. He’s obviously a player.”
With her face scrunched up, she asks, “How in the world is catching feelings worse than getting pregnant or an STD? And also, how in the hell do you know he’s a player?”
I smile as I shrug. “Question one, yes. It can throw me off my game, mess with my head. I don’t have time for heartbreak.”
“Oh yes, one-way ticket into the NHL.”
“That’s right,” I say with a nod. “Now for question two, that’s obvious. Look at the way he is standing. The way his hair waves carelessly in the air. He probably didn’t put enough gel in his hair just to get that effect.”
“Oh, of course,” she says with a roll of her eyes.
Pinning her with a look, I say, “His shorts hang low on his waist to give off that I want sex vibe! Oh, and then look at the way he’s licking those delectable lips. He’s working it. He’s basically a walking billboard for sex, flashing, begging bitches to come get a taste.”
Looking from the guy to Mandie, I find that she is looking at me like I’m insane, and then she gives truth to my suspicious. “You’re insane.”
I laugh as I nod. “I speak the truth. He’s a poster boy for an NHL rookie player. He’s ten seconds from doing a keg stand and then taking some girl behind the building for a blow job.”
“Your view on men is sorta scary,” she comments and I shrug.
“I am around guys like him every day. I have no problem seeing them for what they are.”
She shakes her head. “Jason isn’t like that.”
“He was, before you.”
She shrugs and sends me a sneaky grin. “See, they change. Maybe you can get a piece.”
“No, I don’t have time to wait for the change; I have plans.”
“Plans that are taking over your life. You need to let loose a bit, Baylor. That’s why we’re here, you know. To let loose, relax, and have fun. Sex is relaxing, and I bet sex with him would be very fun.”
I don’t know why I am glaring at her, but I find myself doing that before she starts laughing at me. “Whoa now, killer, don’t tackle me.”
I scoff. “I just don’t understand why girls nowadays are all about sex. Why can’t we focus on something else?”