“I’m not denying anything, but you’re one to talk there, prego.” Presley smirks.
Grace’s mood seems to drop a little. Now I feel awful. Trent and Grace dated for a while, but he’s an ass. Trent won’t commit to her, so he strings her along and then breaks things off once he’s had his fill. Presley has done her best to get Grace to let him go, but her heart is always with him.
I feel for her, though. Having to see him daily and knowing that he’ll always be around. She told me about how she wants to get over him, but she doesn’t know how.
“I’m sorry.” I touch her arm. “I clearly allowed Wyatt to invade me.”
She laughs. “Oh, he invaded you all right. Repeatedly.”
“Yup, and I was the winner of door prize number two.”
We all giggle until I feel someone’s hand on the small of my back. “Ladies.” Wyatt tips his head. “I know you want to catch up, but my date and I need to dance.”
“Oh, don’t let us keep you.” Pres grins and looks back at the corner table where Zach is sitting by himself. “Your brother looks like he’s bored. I better head over there.”
He comes around and pulls me up. “Let’s dance.”
“Okay.”
Wyatt pulls me to the floor, keeping his hand on my back until we’re in the middle of the dance floor.
It’s no surprise he can dance. Guys do not do what he does in bed if they don’t have rhythm. He guides me around with ease. Considering I have no earthly idea how to dance like this, it’s amazing what a good leader he is. My feet follow his, almost as if there is no other choice. His smile is permanent, as is mine.
The music changes, but he adjusts to the new beat with no effort. I’m having so much fun. Who knew that I would enjoy this? Wyatt twirls me a little more than he did in the beginning, so I must be catching on.
When the song morphs into a slow one, someone taps my shoulder. “Mind if I cut in?” I turn to see a blonde with way too much eye makeup on. Her clothes are skin tight, and her tits might as well be completely out. I don’t even think she has a bra on. She looks at me with disdain in her eyes. “Haven’t had a dance yet, Wyatt.”
“Sure.” I start to step back, but Wyatt tugs me closer.
His eyes stay glued on mine. “No thanks, Charlotte.”
“But—”
“No.” Wyatt’s voice is stern, leaving no room for discussion, and not once does he acknowledge her with a glance.
He slides his hand around my middle and twirls me away from her.
I think that’s something to add to my pros list.
“You could’ve danced with her.”
I look back at Charlotte, who’s shooting daggers at me with her eyes. It’s clear I’m not going to be making any friends from his fan club. Whatever.
He rolls his eyes. “I don’t want to. I’m on a date with you, and you’re only here for three months. I don’t have a lot of time to win you over.”
“Win me over?”
Well, this should be good.
“Let me ask you something,” he says as he lets out a deep sigh. “Why do you think I was at Zach’s house the day you showed up a few weeks ago?”
What the hell does that have to do with him winning me over? “Because you like your brother?”
“Or I heard you were comin’ and I wanted to see you?”
That thought never crossed my mind. Not once. I figured it was because he was visiting Zach and Presley. “Why? Why would you want to see me?”
“Because I like you. You’re not like the other girls I’ve been with. You’re smart, funny, and you know you’re beautiful. So, I heard you were comin’, and I drove over to see you.” Wyatt doesn’t look ashamed or slightly embarrassed. He just says what’s on his mind. No bullshit.
It’s refreshing, and I don’t really know what to do with it. I’ve never dealt with a guy like him before. Not because the men I know have a hard time saying what’s on their mind, it’s just they usually keep their thoughts centered on pizza or beer or blow jobs. They’re not open with what’s actually in their hearts.
Wyatt, though, he tells it all, which makes my heart pound rapidly, my breathing accelerate, and heat pool.
“That’s . . .” I struggle for words. “Not what I was expecting.”
“Why? Because we’ve slept together two times, Angel. I don’t typically go back for seconds if the first time wasn’t something.”
“That was sex.”
“And it was good.”
My cheeks warm, and I giggle. “It was.”
And God was it ever. I’ve never come so hard in my life. Wyatt and I were explosive and so in sync. I think it’s why I was so angry to wake up to find him gone. I couldn’t understand what I had done wrong or what I misread. When you have mind-blowing sex, you don’t expect that kind of morning. I felt something deep inside that night. Something that scared me but gave me something to hope for.