day, but they do remind me daily, well Leah reminds me daily, I need to put myself back out there and Josh is a douche. She gets no arguments from me on that account.
“Dad’s going to get the fire going,” Ember says, stepping up beside me. She throws her arm over my shoulders, oblivious her brother just had me wrapped in his arms. “Please tell me you like S’mores,” she begs.
I can’t help it. I laugh at her. This girl is so carefree and fun. “Yes, I love S’mores. To not like them would be un-American,” I tell her, still laughing.
Ember hugs me tighter. “This is a beautiful friendship in the making,” she says before releasing me and running to catch up with Jackson.
I shake my head as I watch her go. I see the others have walked on as well. I breathe a sigh of relief. No matter how damn tempting Blaise Richards is, I will resist him. Josh was not even in the same caliber as Blaise and he hurt me. I can only imagine my shredded heart after a guy like Blaise is through with it.
Must. Resist. Temptation.
Holy fucking shit! I’m not sure what has come over me, I think Tatum has some kind of secret voodoo and she has cast a spell on me. I’ve had a few beers, but that’s no excuse. I don’t cuddle, not since Beth, and even then, that just wasn’t our thing. There is this connection, this pull that Tatum has. She draws me in. It’s like if she is anywhere close, I need to be next to her. This is all new to me. I know I sound like the biggest pussy, but I don’t know any other way to describe it.
When she sat down in the shadows on the dock, I didn’t even hesitate. I sat down beside her. If that wasn’t bad enough, I couldn’t seem to get close enough. I moved closer. In my mind, I was sure she would pull away, and then I would have a reason to think logically about the situation. She didn’t. The longer I sat next to her, breathing her in sweet scent, holding her hand, the more I wanted.
I was supposed to be watching the fireworks display. Instead, I was thinking of how it would feel to really hold her in my arms. The next thing I know, I’m tugging her close and pulling her back against my chest. She’s cast a spell.
The show’s over, so I slowly stand and follow the group to the fire. I hear Ember asking Tatum if she likes S’mores and my heart skips a beat at her laughter. I’m walking behind Asher and Grace, and watch as she snuggles next to him as they walk. I’ve never been jealous of my twin, but right now, I am.
I roll my neck and my shoulders, trying to shake off some of the tension I feel. The universe is playing tricks on me. I need another beer.
Everyone is paired up, but Tatum and me. This makes it harder for me to focus. There are a lot of single guys here, Cade being one of them. Any minute now, one of them could waltz up to her and latch on. That thought alone doesn’t sit well with me. Needing a distraction, I help Dad with the fire.
“Thanks, son,” he says to me as I throw another log on the fire. “What did you think of the show this year?” he asks.
I clear my throat. I didn’t see much of it; I was distracted. “Good,” I reply.
Dad watches me. “You all right, son?”
I sigh. Should I bother telling him Tatum has me in knots? Dad has always been good at listening and helping us through any issues. “Well, I didn’t really watch much of the show.” I decide to go with honesty. Obviously, he can see right through me.
“I see. Are you going to elaborate on that statement?” he asks.
“Tatum.”
He smiles. “Yes, she is a very beautiful girl.”
“Yes, she is. She’s also cast a spell on me,” I mumble.
I can tell he wants to laugh; he’s trying hard to hold it in.
“I mean it. I met her at Mom’s work the day of her interview and again the day her car broke down. I helped her fix it. I think about her a lot.” All the time is more like it. “When girls come into the shop, I compare them to her. Now today, I got pissed
“Dad’s going to get the fire going,” Ember says, stepping up beside me. She throws her arm over my shoulders, oblivious her brother just had me wrapped in his arms. “Please tell me you like S’mores,” she begs.
I can’t help it. I laugh at her. This girl is so carefree and fun. “Yes, I love S’mores. To not like them would be un-American,” I tell her, still laughing.
Ember hugs me tighter. “This is a beautiful friendship in the making,” she says before releasing me and running to catch up with Jackson.
I shake my head as I watch her go. I see the others have walked on as well. I breathe a sigh of relief. No matter how damn tempting Blaise Richards is, I will resist him. Josh was not even in the same caliber as Blaise and he hurt me. I can only imagine my shredded heart after a guy like Blaise is through with it.
Must. Resist. Temptation.
Holy fucking shit! I’m not sure what has come over me, I think Tatum has some kind of secret voodoo and she has cast a spell on me. I’ve had a few beers, but that’s no excuse. I don’t cuddle, not since Beth, and even then, that just wasn’t our thing. There is this connection, this pull that Tatum has. She draws me in. It’s like if she is anywhere close, I need to be next to her. This is all new to me. I know I sound like the biggest pussy, but I don’t know any other way to describe it.
When she sat down in the shadows on the dock, I didn’t even hesitate. I sat down beside her. If that wasn’t bad enough, I couldn’t seem to get close enough. I moved closer. In my mind, I was sure she would pull away, and then I would have a reason to think logically about the situation. She didn’t. The longer I sat next to her, breathing her in sweet scent, holding her hand, the more I wanted.
I was supposed to be watching the fireworks display. Instead, I was thinking of how it would feel to really hold her in my arms. The next thing I know, I’m tugging her close and pulling her back against my chest. She’s cast a spell.
The show’s over, so I slowly stand and follow the group to the fire. I hear Ember asking Tatum if she likes S’mores and my heart skips a beat at her laughter. I’m walking behind Asher and Grace, and watch as she snuggles next to him as they walk. I’ve never been jealous of my twin, but right now, I am.
I roll my neck and my shoulders, trying to shake off some of the tension I feel. The universe is playing tricks on me. I need another beer.
Everyone is paired up, but Tatum and me. This makes it harder for me to focus. There are a lot of single guys here, Cade being one of them. Any minute now, one of them could waltz up to her and latch on. That thought alone doesn’t sit well with me. Needing a distraction, I help Dad with the fire.
“Thanks, son,” he says to me as I throw another log on the fire. “What did you think of the show this year?” he asks.
I clear my throat. I didn’t see much of it; I was distracted. “Good,” I reply.
Dad watches me. “You all right, son?”
I sigh. Should I bother telling him Tatum has me in knots? Dad has always been good at listening and helping us through any issues. “Well, I didn’t really watch much of the show.” I decide to go with honesty. Obviously, he can see right through me.
“I see. Are you going to elaborate on that statement?” he asks.
“Tatum.”
He smiles. “Yes, she is a very beautiful girl.”
“Yes, she is. She’s also cast a spell on me,” I mumble.
I can tell he wants to laugh; he’s trying hard to hold it in.
“I mean it. I met her at Mom’s work the day of her interview and again the day her car broke down. I helped her fix it. I think about her a lot.” All the time is more like it. “When girls come into the shop, I compare them to her. Now today, I got pissed
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