He just…
Standing there.
He raises his eyes and looks straight at me.
We lock eyes across the rooftop, and my body reacts like I’ve been struck by lightning. Every nerve ending crackles to life. I’m not even being dramatic—I actually forget how toblink. Orbreathe. Orexist in any reasonable capacity.
His gaze doesn’t waver. He holds it steady, as if he’s seeing me for the very first time and likes the view. Like I’m not the girl who is going to eventually leave wet towels in the hall.
No, the way he’s looking at me now makes us feel like total strangers. A possibility. Someone he might flirt with at a party, back into a corner, and ask for their number.
He looks interested.
“Yikes.” Nova whistles low under her breath. “This is intense. He is literally eating you alive with his eyeballs.”
“Great. Cool. I’ve been vaporized.”
“Do you want to go say hi?”
“I want to toss myself off this roof.” Put myself out of this misery.
Nova clinks her glass against mine. “To roommates. And terrible life choices.”
“To thighs,” I mutter. “Specifically his.”
And because I’m a masochist, I glance back at Turner.
Big mistake.
Huge.
Still leaning casually against the bar, he has one hand wrapped around a glass, the other shoved in his pocket like he’s got all the time in the world to watch me. His jaw is tight, eyes dark, and the slow, deliberate way he drags his gaze down my body?
Holy shit...
Nova nudges me with her elbow. “Girl. You arestaring.”
I down the rest of my drink, slamming the glass on the tabletop. “If I sleep with him, you’re legally responsible.”
“This is your fault—you made eggs in your undies.”
WOULD SHE STOP TALKING?
Then Turner raises his glass to me, a silent toast from across the rooftop. Cheers.
Nova follows my gaze, eyebrows shooting up when she sees him. “He definitely wants to devour you.”
I swallow. “He’s hungry?”
“For you. Obviously. Jesus, Poppy, I feel like I should excuse myself.”
“I—” My voice squeaks like a broken flute. “I told you the past few hours have been a nightmare.”
A delicious, tension-fueled nightmare with biceps and bedroom eyes. One that I’m trapped in with no escape.
“Come on,” Nova says, looping her arm through mine.
“Wait—where are we going?” I whisper-yelp as she tugs me across the rooftop.
