" In which I get my heart broken by the player "
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Blake Harper doesn't do love. He's rude, quiet, brooding, and prefers to be alone. Like all bad boys, he's untamable and unclaimed, but he isn't sure what to do when the girl he sets his eyes on...
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I rise from the sand and dust off the sand grains. Eyes dart to me.
" Who wants ice cream? It's on me. "
Their behavior perks up, I smile.
" I think that Latina, we all want. Especially, with this heat. God, Catalina, why did we have to come today? "
" It's a hot day for us to cool down in the ocean, americana, " I protest.
She hums and eases into Gabriel, automatically relaxing. Jealousy heats my insides as I sigh hopelessly.
" I need help carrying them. Who volunteers? "
" Blake should go, " Gabriel chirped in.
My cheeks blaze and butterflies jump to life. Oh dear.
" Fuck off, " Blake dismissed, eyes trained on the ocean with his sunglasses.
" Come on man, you never do shit. "
Blake glares at him, quieting the poor soul. Aiden chuckles and halfway of getting up, Blake is on his feet and daggering his head with his eyes. He rips off the sunglasses and hands them over to Gabriel.
" Fuck, I'll go. Jesus, " he scowls and rushes past me.
Brows arched, I watch him with shock. Did he agree to come? Swallowing, I nod at the others before rushing over to him.
God, he's quick on his feet. But from behind I could admire every imperfection and perfection. Well, with how strikingly handsome he is I doubt I'd spot a scar that strips him from perfection.
I've seen him topless once but it's as if my eyes are greedy to see him half-naked more than once. I bite my lip, fascinated and intrigued at his muscular back. Every flex, and twitch advanced his beauty. Does basketball give away muscles? If so, I need to start playing it.
My eyes lower and pause at his perfect square ass. Hot blood runs through my veins, setting aflame my cheeks. God, why am I staring at his ass like a creep?
" Will you stop staring at me, pulchra? "
My heart did a weird flip that affected every nerve in my body. Frozen in my steps, I can't tear my sight away from him when he turns around and stares at me with deep eyes. My heart kick starts into a loop and my gut twists in painful bliss when his eyes become sincere and vulnerable.
" Sorry, " I whisper and stop breathing when he tilts his head a little, eyes still admiring.
His lips curl into a perfect smug smirk, vulnerability gone, and eyes their dark, whisky self again. I purse my lips. I wonder about the sudden shift in attitude.
My toes curl and my shoulders tense when he takes a step closer: close enough I could feel his body's heat caressing my skin. My eyes widen and my lips part when he reaches out to me, fingers skimming against my cheek, electricity sparking a flame, before he delicately pushes a strand of hair behind my ear. My lungs are about to explode and my heart is on fire, so I release the caught breath and ease into a normal breathing exercise. Well, as normal as it could be.
