Page 5 of Introvert
The guywas wearing black sneakers, black jeans, and a white tee underneath a black leather jacket. When I got to his face, Ipaused—then looked away before he could catch me staring. The chiseled jaw. Those sharp cheekbones. Sensual lips and dark brown hair you just want to run your fingers through. Washefor real? I couldn't see his eyes—they were currently covered by a pair of sunglasses(black, of course)—but I'd bet money he wasn't lacking in that department either.Whoever he was, he'd been blessed with the kind of good looks that made people swoon.
But I just wanted to turn invisible.
Was that odd?
Maybe.
But I didn't crave attention, and pretty people scared me, so...
Still, I had to know.
"Were you there the whole time?" I asked.
A small sound of acknowledgement.
"So, you heard everything?"
I glanced at him and watched as his lips pulled up on one side. Definite yes to that one.
"It's rude to eavesdrop, you know."
Ididn't think he'd answer. He hadn't so far. Iwas working on the invisibility thing, trying to disappear into the scenery, when he spoke. His voice was warm and deep, distracting like the rest of him, so it took me a second to comprehend the words.
"I was here first," he said.
"What?" I asked.
"You just ended up under my tree."
My brows lifted.
His tree?
Yeah, right.
Though I guess he did have a point about being there first.
"Nice costume," he added.
"Excuse me?"
"The naïve schoolgirl look. Ibet the guys will like it."
"I don't care about that."
"Sure you don't."
The words were soft but edged with sarcasm, and I frowned as I looked at him.
"Also,this isn't a costume. It's my uniform."
"Ah, my mistake."
We were silent a beat, but something about him lit a fire in me.
"Speaking of costumes," I said, "I like yours.Cliché bad boy rockstar must be making a comeback."
Instead of just his head, his whole body turned to face me. I knew I had his full attention even if I couldn't see his eyes beneath the shades. So much for being invisible.
