Oh wow.
My brain just fully disconnects.
Pretty?
He called me pretty?
I open my mouth. Close it. Open it again like maybe words will magically appear this time.
They do not.
And yeah.
This day just got a whole lot more interesting.
Chapter Three
David
I don’t know if I like being called Hot Stranger.
But I do like that this particular little stranger thinks I’m hot.
I wasn’t exactly expected here. Hell, I didn’t even give Nathan much warning. But we go back far enough that I’m betting he won’t mind a pop-up visit.
We’re friends.
Kinda.
Either way, that was the plan.
Until her.
Because one glimpse of this curvy little siren in her cotton panties has my brain going in directions it definitely shouldn’t—and now I’m wondering if this trip just got a hell of a lot more interesting than I planned.
She’s unreal.
Like a girl from a fantasy I never knew I had.
Soft in all the right places, full where it counts, and completely unaware of the effect she’s having on me.
Her hair is cut short, just to her chin, but the style doesn’t stand a chance against those wild curls.
They’ve got a mind of their own—loose, springy, with reddish highlights catching the sunlight like they were made for it.
I have a sudden, ridiculous urge to touch them.
Just to see if they’re as soft as they look.
Her eyes snap back to mine—hazel, bright, wide like she’s trying to figure me out—and for a second, everything else fades out.
Jesus.
She’s pretty.
Really pretty.
Not fake or camouflaged.