Hooked by Love (Bellevue Bullies 3)

No music.

No nothing.

All I see are her eyes.

What in the hell?

But they are so green, almost turquoise, and are brought out by the darkness of her lashes. Her eyes tilt a little, her nose complementing her face perfectly while brown freckles dust along her nose and cheeks. She tried to cover them with makeup, but they aren’t coverable. I want to see her without makeup.

I want to see her freckles.

Unaltered.

“Um, hello?” Her bottom lip is bigger than her top, I notice as she speaks, and I soon realize I am just staring at her.

Like a dumbass.

“Oh, my bad.” Quickly, I push my hand down into my pocket and pull out a couple of bills, dropping them into her open guitar case. I take notice of her black Converse that she wears with her jeans and black tee. Why she’s wearing jeans is beyond me since it’s hot, but they are tight, and I’m sure if she stood, she’d be hot in them.

I meet her gaze again and her lips are quirked up at the side as she laughs. “Oh, I’m not taking money.”

Wow, her laugh is almost as great as her voice.

Electrifying.

Shit, what the fuck is wrong with me?

Shaking my head, I smile. “Oh. Well, I pay for what I like.”

Her brows rise. “Is that some weird, hidden innuendo that you’re trying to buy me?”

“Wait, huh?”

Her face breaks into a full-out grin then, and shit, I am breathless.

Who the hell is this girl?

“Don’t hurt yourself trying to figure out what an innuendo is.” Her voice is playful as she winks at me in a very cute way.

Chuckling, my eyes narrow as I hold her gaze.

She is a smartass, apparently.

“I know what it is.”

“My apologies then, good sir,” she teases, her eyes twinkling.

Crossing my arms, I can’t tear my gaze from hers as she looks up at me expectantly. I know I should say something, but it is hard when I am drinking in her beauty. There is something about those eyes that have my stomach in knots, and I want to know why. I want to know who she is, but before I can even think of what to say, her mouth is moving.

“Usually, this is the part where you say some corny line about getting together later and I quickly decline, because… Yeah, I don’t have a good reason, except that I have no time for that. And then you walk away, dejected.”

My mouth curves as I slowly shake my head. “I don’t get dejected.”

“Aw, cute. Are you one of those persistent kind of guys? The one who knows he’s gonna win, no matter what?”

“I always win,” I say simply with all the confidence in the world. I even shoot her a winning grin, but she laughs.

“Well, big boy, chalk me up as a loss, because I don’t have time for lame lines that are invites to things I don’t want.” She moves her hands down the strings as if her words were lyrics.