o’clock shadow over a firm well-defined jawline. His nose is perfectly shaped and well-proportioned, I’m jealous of his handsome nose. I wish I could get a nose job.
When Nina and I were twelve, we were both on the softball team in school. Nina played first base and I played second. It was the bottom of the ninth and the bases were loaded. We needed this last out. The ball was pitched and the bat cracked loudly against the fast moving ball. It went fast and far. The ball was picked up and quickly thrown to Nina, who caught it and tagged out the runner. She quickly threw it as fast as she could to me to tag out the fast approaching runner. The sun caught my eye and I blinked for just a second. I tried so hard to keep my eye on the ball. A fraction of a second later, the ball hit me square in the face, smashing my nose. Blood gushed from my nose and I quickly grabbed my face with my hands. As I bent over in pain, Nina ran over already in tears, she was so upset by what she had done. But, it wasn’t her fault at all.
What’s one of the number one rules in softball? Keep your eyes on the ball. My nose ended up broken in three places. I didn’t care at the time. I got so much attention for weeks. I had two cooler than ever black eyes, and Nina carried my books to and from school for three weeks. But, I ended up having a bump in the center and a crooked nose.
As I grin just thinking about the good old days, I start to pay attention to where we’re going, or not going is more accurate. If I didn’t know better, I’d think we were headed back to River’s beach house. I thought he was taking me out for dinner. Oh God! Does he not want to be seen in public with me? He’s embarrassed to be seen with me, I just know it.
“Relax,” his voice soothes.
What, is he a psychic? Great, now he’s a psychic bloodhound ninja. As we pull up to River’s house, I still have a million questions running through my head.
“I thought it would set you more at ease if we ate in tonight. I have this amazing chef that comes to my home and makes the most incredible meals for me,” he says with a grin.
Great, he invited me out to dinner to make up for the fact that my ass was plastered all over the tabloids, and instead of actually going out, he takes me back to his place to enjoy a meal that I cooked. I could have stayed home and done that.
The car comes to a stop, and Josh comes around to the back and opens the door. River gets out, and then extends his hand to help me out of the car. I place my hand in his and he expertly leads me into the house. The second we’re inside, Josh disappears.
River walks into the kitchen and grabs a wine bottle sitting in a bucket of ice on the counter. He slides his hands on top of the counter until he gently bumps into two wine glasses. I look around his house and it seems different now that I’m not actually working. At the back of the house, my face lights up at the sight of the nighttime ocean. On the deck is a table set for two. There is a white cloth draped over the table, and there is a single red rose in a crystal vase in the center. The table is expertly set with fine china and exquisite linens.
River comes to my side and extends his elbow. I lace my hand around the back of his arm, and he leads me outside. I find it fascinating how he knows exactly how to move around so easily in his home. He sets down the bottle and the two glasses, then wraps his hands around the top of the chair on the left and pulls it out for me.
I take my seat, and he removes the napkin from beside my plate. He unfolds it with a snap of his wrist, and lays it over my lap. Well, it was more over my right leg than my entire lap, but damn he was so close to getting it spot on. The napkin starts to slip off my right leg, but I quickly grab it and reposition it in my lap as quietly as I can. Then he wraps his fingers around the top of a wine glass and pours the wine. As the liquid rises, I wonder how he knows when to
When Nina and I were twelve, we were both on the softball team in school. Nina played first base and I played second. It was the bottom of the ninth and the bases were loaded. We needed this last out. The ball was pitched and the bat cracked loudly against the fast moving ball. It went fast and far. The ball was picked up and quickly thrown to Nina, who caught it and tagged out the runner. She quickly threw it as fast as she could to me to tag out the fast approaching runner. The sun caught my eye and I blinked for just a second. I tried so hard to keep my eye on the ball. A fraction of a second later, the ball hit me square in the face, smashing my nose. Blood gushed from my nose and I quickly grabbed my face with my hands. As I bent over in pain, Nina ran over already in tears, she was so upset by what she had done. But, it wasn’t her fault at all.
What’s one of the number one rules in softball? Keep your eyes on the ball. My nose ended up broken in three places. I didn’t care at the time. I got so much attention for weeks. I had two cooler than ever black eyes, and Nina carried my books to and from school for three weeks. But, I ended up having a bump in the center and a crooked nose.
As I grin just thinking about the good old days, I start to pay attention to where we’re going, or not going is more accurate. If I didn’t know better, I’d think we were headed back to River’s beach house. I thought he was taking me out for dinner. Oh God! Does he not want to be seen in public with me? He’s embarrassed to be seen with me, I just know it.
“Relax,” his voice soothes.
What, is he a psychic? Great, now he’s a psychic bloodhound ninja. As we pull up to River’s house, I still have a million questions running through my head.
“I thought it would set you more at ease if we ate in tonight. I have this amazing chef that comes to my home and makes the most incredible meals for me,” he says with a grin.
Great, he invited me out to dinner to make up for the fact that my ass was plastered all over the tabloids, and instead of actually going out, he takes me back to his place to enjoy a meal that I cooked. I could have stayed home and done that.
The car comes to a stop, and Josh comes around to the back and opens the door. River gets out, and then extends his hand to help me out of the car. I place my hand in his and he expertly leads me into the house. The second we’re inside, Josh disappears.
River walks into the kitchen and grabs a wine bottle sitting in a bucket of ice on the counter. He slides his hands on top of the counter until he gently bumps into two wine glasses. I look around his house and it seems different now that I’m not actually working. At the back of the house, my face lights up at the sight of the nighttime ocean. On the deck is a table set for two. There is a white cloth draped over the table, and there is a single red rose in a crystal vase in the center. The table is expertly set with fine china and exquisite linens.
River comes to my side and extends his elbow. I lace my hand around the back of his arm, and he leads me outside. I find it fascinating how he knows exactly how to move around so easily in his home. He sets down the bottle and the two glasses, then wraps his hands around the top of the chair on the left and pulls it out for me.
I take my seat, and he removes the napkin from beside my plate. He unfolds it with a snap of his wrist, and lays it over my lap. Well, it was more over my right leg than my entire lap, but damn he was so close to getting it spot on. The napkin starts to slip off my right leg, but I quickly grab it and reposition it in my lap as quietly as I can. Then he wraps his fingers around the top of a wine glass and pours the wine. As the liquid rises, I wonder how he knows when to
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