Crazy Stupid Love (Crazy Love #1)(2)
Locking her hands around the back of his neck, she pulls him into a kiss so heated it makes me blush slightly just being near them.
“Get a room,” I mumble under my breath, turning my eyes away from the indecency taking place just to my right.
I have only been around Angel a handful of times, but I have her pretty figured out at this point. She’s not all that picky when it comes to men and loves being the center of attention. Everywhere she goes she feeds off of it.
If her black hair with bright blue streaks doesn’t give it away, her short skirts and barely-there shirts definitely prove that she likes turning heads. She has most definitely turned the head of the man now lapping his tongue up her neck reminding me more of a dog than an actual human being.
Harlee isn’t much different though she tends to be a little more subtle about it. Instead of crazy colors, she sports almost platinum blonde hair that hangs nearly to her waist, and her preferred outfits of choice are tight little tube dresses or yoga pants that leave very little to the imagination.
Either way, I couldn’t be more different than the two girls I let drag me nearly an hour and a half from campus on a Saturday night. Truth be told, I have yet to really meet anyone who doesn’t value the very same things they do. I most definitely feel like I am in the minority. I guess it just stems back to how I was raised.
Don’t get me wrong, a part of me wants to lash out, go completely crazy and just live life like these girls do. I just don’t know that I have it in me. I’m trying. I’m trying to push myself out of my comfort zone, out of the contained little bubble my parents’ kept me prisoner in for so long, but even when I do it seems like I just end up doing exactly what I’m doing now.
“Why don’t you join us, Kimber?” Angel leans forward and snags her beer from the table, taking a long drink before turning her gaze back to me.
“I’m good,” I insist, realizing very quickly that I am going to have to be the one to drive Angel’s car home as she lifts the bottle to her lips again.
“Suit yourself.” She grabs the hand of the man behind her and bounces off towards the dance floor, towing him with her.
She’s gone no more than sixty seconds when I look up and lock eyes with an approaching male, a sleazy looking twenty-something who quickly slides up next to me.
“You look like you could use a drink,” he says, and he’s not the first person to approach me tonight saying almost the exact same thing.
“I’m good.” I smile politely, trying not to tense when he leans in closer.
“Oh come on, honey. Let me buy you a real drink,” he insists. He skirts his hand along my lower back as he steps in closer and nods towards my near empty daiquiri.
“Really. I’m good here,” I insist, leaning to the right trying to put a little distance between us.
“You sure? Looks to me like you could use some loosening up.” He breathes, his hot beer-scented breath dancing across my face.
“If you’ll excuse me,” I say as I slide from the stool, my sudden movement causing the man to topple forward slightly. “I think my friend needs me.” I don’t look back as I make a v-line towards the front door, hoping the man doesn’t follow me.
Weaving in and out of the various people that crowd the room, I let out a loud exhale the moment the fresh night air fills my lungs. Stepping to the edge of the sidewalk, I slide down onto the curb, careful to keep my backside covered in this tiny dress as I do. Stretching my legs out in front of me, I ignore the multiple conversations taking place to my right where several people have gathered to smoke.
I take another deep inhale and let it out slowly, looking to my left when I spot someone leaning against a motorcycle parked on the side of the road. My eyes land on a pair of black boots first then dark ripped jeans as they climb higher. A tight fitted V-neck t-shirt reveals rippling muscles below the thin fabric and causes me to take a shaky breath as my eyes continue upward.
The moment the man’s face comes into view all the air leaves my body. His full lips wrap around a cigarette held loosely in his hand and he takes a hard drag, smoke billowing from his mouth seconds later.
I’m immediately drawn to his wild sexy hair, the way the dark blond strands are pushed to the side haphazardly with a large chunk falling in front of one of his eyes. His jaw is strong and prominent even hidden below the mass of short dark stubble that covers his incredibly handsome face. I would guess him in his mid to late twenties.
He takes another drag of his cigarette, completely oblivious to the fact that I have not taken my eyes off him. He stares blankly ahead, his features drawn and hard like he’s deep in thought.
I don’t know what it is about him, but just looking at him rattles me. It’s not his looks, the attraction is obvious, it’s more about his presence; how even though he’s standing completely alone he seems to command the very world that surrounds him.
He lets out another smoky exhale before dropping his cigarette to the ground, crushing the burning tip under the sole of his boot. Flipping his eyes to the side, the moment they meet mine I feel like I have been transported to some alternate reality; the ground beneath me seeming to shift on its very axis. He’s even more breathtaking from the front.
I may not be promiscuous like Harlee or Angel, but that doesn’t mean I’m immune to men, it just takes a lot more than a look to get me all riled up, or it usually does anyway. Something about sitting in this man’s gaze has me feeling a variation of things I’m not certain I have ever really felt before; lust being the most prominent feeling of them all.