Finally My Happy Ending (Meant for Me Book 3) by Brooke St. James
Authors: Brooke St. James
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When we were done, Carly asked if I wanted her to come back to my table with me, but I told her I'd be fine going alone. It was nearly show time, and I knew she was anxious to get back to her spot near the stage with some of Micah's band mates' and their girlfriends.
I easily found my way back to the table where all of my roommates were sitting around laughing and having a conversation. I was relieved to have them there with me. I was extremely comfortable around all of them, which made me feel better after the crazy rush of excitement and awkwardness I had just encountered. We messed around for a few minutes before the show got started.
Micah had great showmanship and had us engaged the moment he stepped on stage. I was thoroughly entertained, but I still caught myself glancing toward the other side of the room every couple of minutes.
It was during the fourth or fifth song when I saw Brock. He was unmistakable. His dark, masculine form weaved through the crowd as he maneuvered toward the entrance of the building. I begged myself not to stand up and chase after him, but it was a lost cause. It felt as if I was being pulled toward him like a magnet.
"I'll be right back," I said.
"You okay?" Ryan asked, taking his eyes off the stage to regard me with a concerned expression.
"I'm good," I assured him. "I'll be right back."
I walked in the same direction as Brock. I had no idea what I would say when I reached him, but not going over there wasn't an option. We made it to the area near the merchandise table at about the same time, and I acted surprised to see him.
"Hey," I said.
"Hey," he returned.
The same devastatingly engaging eye contact started to happen again, and I tore my eyes from his to glance at the stage. "It's a great show, isn't it?" I asked.
"Yeah," he said. "Micah's awesome."
We stood there in silence for a second as I carefully avoided eye contact with him.
"I thought I might see you tonight," he said, causing me to glance at him.
Big mistake. I could barely look at him without over-inspecting every inch of his face. Carly was right about a cut on his eye looking handsome.
"You're looking good," I said. "I mean your cuts and stuff… they're looking better."
He smiled. "Oh, because for a second there, I thought you were paying me a compliment."
"I was, I mean, you do… or uh, I was saying both. Your cuts look better, and you look good in general."
He smiled. "Thanks."
I smiled back at him. "I'm not sure how appropriate it is for me to tell you how good you look when you're here on a date. If I didn't think that was morally questionable, I would probably offer compliments more freely."
"I don't think it's morally questionable," he said. "I'm not the one who put me on that date. That was my brother's doing."
It was exactly what I wanted him to say, and yet I was still uneasy. I shifted my stance and tucked a bit of hair behind my ear.
"You look beautiful tonight," he said.
I looked at him and he smiled at me.
"See? I don't have any problems offering compliments."
I laughed awkwardly since I didn't know how else to respond. I couldn't stop looking at his eyes, and mouth, and jaw. He was so manly, and the fading cuts and bruises only served to amplify that.
"I might have bought you something," I blurted. I regretted it the instant it came out of my mouth.
"Oh yeah?" he said. "Why'd you do that?"
I shrugged. "It's nothing, really. I was probably going to bring it back to the store without even giving it to you. It's sort of silly. I just got it because I felt bad about the other night. It's not a big deal. I shouldn't have even told you about it."
"Now it's too late," he said. "You have to give it to me now that I know about it."
Chapter 12
I glanced to my left just in time to see Chelsea approaching. Brock and I had only been standing there talking for a minute, and she was already busting us.
"Here's Chelsea," I mumbled before she arrived. She was a beautiful girl,
When we were done, Carly asked if I wanted her to come back to my table with me, but I told her I'd be fine going alone. It was nearly show time, and I knew she was anxious to get back to her spot near the stage with some of Micah's band mates' and their girlfriends.
I easily found my way back to the table where all of my roommates were sitting around laughing and having a conversation. I was relieved to have them there with me. I was extremely comfortable around all of them, which made me feel better after the crazy rush of excitement and awkwardness I had just encountered. We messed around for a few minutes before the show got started.
Micah had great showmanship and had us engaged the moment he stepped on stage. I was thoroughly entertained, but I still caught myself glancing toward the other side of the room every couple of minutes.
It was during the fourth or fifth song when I saw Brock. He was unmistakable. His dark, masculine form weaved through the crowd as he maneuvered toward the entrance of the building. I begged myself not to stand up and chase after him, but it was a lost cause. It felt as if I was being pulled toward him like a magnet.
"I'll be right back," I said.
"You okay?" Ryan asked, taking his eyes off the stage to regard me with a concerned expression.
"I'm good," I assured him. "I'll be right back."
I walked in the same direction as Brock. I had no idea what I would say when I reached him, but not going over there wasn't an option. We made it to the area near the merchandise table at about the same time, and I acted surprised to see him.
"Hey," I said.
"Hey," he returned.
The same devastatingly engaging eye contact started to happen again, and I tore my eyes from his to glance at the stage. "It's a great show, isn't it?" I asked.
"Yeah," he said. "Micah's awesome."
We stood there in silence for a second as I carefully avoided eye contact with him.
"I thought I might see you tonight," he said, causing me to glance at him.
Big mistake. I could barely look at him without over-inspecting every inch of his face. Carly was right about a cut on his eye looking handsome.
"You're looking good," I said. "I mean your cuts and stuff… they're looking better."
He smiled. "Oh, because for a second there, I thought you were paying me a compliment."
"I was, I mean, you do… or uh, I was saying both. Your cuts look better, and you look good in general."
He smiled. "Thanks."
I smiled back at him. "I'm not sure how appropriate it is for me to tell you how good you look when you're here on a date. If I didn't think that was morally questionable, I would probably offer compliments more freely."
"I don't think it's morally questionable," he said. "I'm not the one who put me on that date. That was my brother's doing."
It was exactly what I wanted him to say, and yet I was still uneasy. I shifted my stance and tucked a bit of hair behind my ear.
"You look beautiful tonight," he said.
I looked at him and he smiled at me.
"See? I don't have any problems offering compliments."
I laughed awkwardly since I didn't know how else to respond. I couldn't stop looking at his eyes, and mouth, and jaw. He was so manly, and the fading cuts and bruises only served to amplify that.
"I might have bought you something," I blurted. I regretted it the instant it came out of my mouth.
"Oh yeah?" he said. "Why'd you do that?"
I shrugged. "It's nothing, really. I was probably going to bring it back to the store without even giving it to you. It's sort of silly. I just got it because I felt bad about the other night. It's not a big deal. I shouldn't have even told you about it."
"Now it's too late," he said. "You have to give it to me now that I know about it."
Chapter 12
I glanced to my left just in time to see Chelsea approaching. Brock and I had only been standing there talking for a minute, and she was already busting us.
"Here's Chelsea," I mumbled before she arrived. She was a beautiful girl,
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