04-15-2023, 09:44 PM
(This post was last modified: 04-15-2023, 09:46 PM by Jay Carpenter.)
The music was nice. He could see himself listening to it all night. Course the beautiful girl was a perk. Might make him stay a little longer. Inevitably he noticed movement on the periphery. His eyes flicked from her hair, but it was simply another couple passing hand in hand. He watched them for a few more seconds before his attention moved to others nearby, noting everything from body language to clothes to whether or not they sized him up in return.
Natalie’s soft voice broke the effect. He smirked down at her. “Another guy, huh? He good looking? Ripped? Irresistible?” he winked. Luckily for her, while Jay was beating off the competition with a stick, they didn’t have a chance. Not if Natalie thought to chase them away. One look and they’d run for their lives. He wouldn't mind witnessing that, actually.
He released his own hands long enough from her back to pop the collar of the jacket. It absolutely wasn’t made for that kind of look, but the effect was for flair. Little did he know there was a name sewn into the patch on the other side, one a laundry service might use to track it.
“Oh this old thing? I have a closet full of these. Next time I take you home, you can rifle through my room and see for yourself,” he half-smirked, self-deprecating sarcasm pouring salt on his own wounds. He wasn’t even sure Natalie went in his house back in Iowa. He’d met her in the barn and introduced her to the world’s best horse.
“But you’ve no idea how cleaned up this is,” he swept a hand up and down the line of himself. Even did a little side-step model for her to eye-ogle. He looked rough before this. Even by his standards.
“At least you can walk in those heels this time. No more bloody stubs right?” his sarcasm jabbed again, referencing the ball when the pain of it broke an amazing kiss. He’d really been putting out his best stuff for that too.
He rain a hand along her cheek, softening long enough to look her in the eye. Really look at her. Maybe even show a little bit of himself back. What was unspoken between them was almost as powerful as what was shared.
“So you really want pancakes or is this a big setup for a booty call. Because I will go with either,” he nodded.
Natalie’s soft voice broke the effect. He smirked down at her. “Another guy, huh? He good looking? Ripped? Irresistible?” he winked. Luckily for her, while Jay was beating off the competition with a stick, they didn’t have a chance. Not if Natalie thought to chase them away. One look and they’d run for their lives. He wouldn't mind witnessing that, actually.
He released his own hands long enough from her back to pop the collar of the jacket. It absolutely wasn’t made for that kind of look, but the effect was for flair. Little did he know there was a name sewn into the patch on the other side, one a laundry service might use to track it.
“Oh this old thing? I have a closet full of these. Next time I take you home, you can rifle through my room and see for yourself,” he half-smirked, self-deprecating sarcasm pouring salt on his own wounds. He wasn’t even sure Natalie went in his house back in Iowa. He’d met her in the barn and introduced her to the world’s best horse.
“But you’ve no idea how cleaned up this is,” he swept a hand up and down the line of himself. Even did a little side-step model for her to eye-ogle. He looked rough before this. Even by his standards.
“At least you can walk in those heels this time. No more bloody stubs right?” his sarcasm jabbed again, referencing the ball when the pain of it broke an amazing kiss. He’d really been putting out his best stuff for that too.
He rain a hand along her cheek, softening long enough to look her in the eye. Really look at her. Maybe even show a little bit of himself back. What was unspoken between them was almost as powerful as what was shared.
“So you really want pancakes or is this a big setup for a booty call. Because I will go with either,” he nodded.
Only darkness shows you the light.