Part 2 (2/2)
It sucks that the last twenty-four hours have gone completely different than I imagined. I a.s.sumed after our day together yesterday we'd be celebrating the Fourth of July together. I only have a few weeks before I head back to Georgia. Maybe I read him wrong. I thought from the way he was flirting with me yesterday that he liked me, but maybe he's just that way with every girl.
”Here are your drinks, ladies,” Liam says with his soft and s.e.xy British accent, setting down a tray full of red, white, and blue shooters. They are delicious and perfectly patriotic for the holiday.
I have always had a thing for British and Australian accents. I live down south, so pretty much everyone talks with a drawl and it sounds normal to me. I know northern girls go all crazy for a southern drawl, and that's how I am with a foreign accent.
I have to admit though that I love Chase's voice. It's a deep gruff with a slight drawl, not too thick. Here I go again; I can't escape my thoughts of Chase! Everything leads to him.
Liam is gorgeous, funny, and super sweet, and yet I'm thinking about Chase. I'm an awful person. That's the only reason I can come up with as to why I am feeling this way.
We all grab a shot and hold them up, yelling, ”Happy Fourth of July!” before tossing our shots back.
I am feeling the effects from the shots we've done; this is my fifth one. My head is fuzzy, my body feels light, and I have a goofy grin on my face. I'm smiling for no other reason than just to smile I guess. I twist the cap off of my water bottle I've been drinking in-between shots.
”I gotta pee,” I blurt out a little too loudly as I stand and sway slightly. ”You coming with?” I ask, smiling down at Becca, who's people watching. She loves people watching in bars, because people get drunk and make total a.s.ses of themselves.
”Sure, I'll touch up my makeup while you tinkle,” she says giggling.
”Just come find us when you're done,” Tamara says, standing and heading back towards the arcade games. Nikki and Liam are already playing the one beside our table.
”Will do,” I yell to her over the loud voices and music. Becca and I head towards the restrooms. The place is packed and there's a line, of course.
While in line, I suddenly smell Chase's body spray. I could smell him on me last night after we got off of the boat from spending the entire afternoon sitting on his lap, and asked him what he wore. I thought it was cool a wealthy guy like him chose to wear just a body spray, instead of an expensive cologne. Either way, no matter the price, he smelled amazing, and I was sad when I went into the ocean today and my bikini no longer smelled of him.
I hear the timbre of his laughter behind me and spin around to find him walking towards us. My heart is beating frantically against my chest, and I suddenly feel like a thousand b.u.t.terflies are fluttering around inside my belly. I try to turn back towards the line of people I'm behind, but I can't get my eyes to leave him. It's as if I've lost control of my own body.
A look of shock flashes across Chase's face and maybe disbelief as he slides his eyes from my toes back to my face. I feel my body flush as it reacts to his burning hot gaze sliding over me.
I'm wearing a red sundress and white wedged heels. My dress stops a few inches above my knees and the neckline is low, showing off my b.r.e.a.s.t.s, which I know Chase really likes, since his eyes always seem glued to them every time I'm around him.
”Ashlynn,” he says, stopping a few feet away from me, ”wow, you look gorgeous.”
I feel every ounce of anger I've had harbored inside me towards him last night and today slowly dissipating. I bite the inside of my cheek as he takes another step towards me. I breathe him in deeply before speaking. ”Thanks. I love the s.h.i.+rt...very patriotic.”
G.o.d, I sound like an idiot.
He lets out a deep chuckle. ”I figured I should show off my patriotic side tonight, since it's the Fourth of July and all.” He frowns slightly and reaches up to rub the back of his neck, looking like he too can't believe the dumb stuff coming out of his mouth.
Parker steps up beside Becca, mirroring her stance against the wall. He b.u.mps arms with her while a small smirk plays on his lips. ”You are lookin' mighty fine tonight too, Becca.”
She rolls her eyes at him. ”Why thanks, Parker. You don't look so bad yourself. What are y'all doing here tonight?”
Chase and Parker look from me to Becca before settling back on me. I turn and look to Becca for guidance, who glaring at Chase and Parker. I may be forgetting about all the pent up anger, but from the looks of Becca, she certainly isn't.
”We've been playing a few rounds of pool and drinkin' beer. That's about it. We watched the fireworks earlier down at the boardwalk. We looked for y'all, but couldn't find ya anywhere. We don't have your numbers, so we couldn't text anyone,” Chase says, never taking his eyes off of mine.
He was thinking about me tonight at the fireworks too. How did things get so messed up so quickly?
I twirl a strand of my hair around my finger. Chase's eyes are so intense they make me nervous. I can feel them practically burning straight through me, seeing every thought that pops into my head.
Becca answers for me, seeing I'm tongue-tied at the moment. ”We're just here hanging out, playing games, and celebrating like everyone else.”
Chase rubs at the back of his neck again, which I noticed yesterday is a nervous habit of his, and for some reason, I find it to be extremely s.e.xy. Every time he does it, his large, muscular biceps flex and go on display for me, showing off the tattoo along the inside of his right arm. It's of two checkered flags, with his last name underneath them.
It's kind of cheesy, but I love it.
”So...are y'all here alone?” He's adorable when he's nervous.
I wonder where his date is from last night. Just thinking about her gets my blood simmering once again.
”No, Tamara, Nikki, and Liam are around here somewhere.”
As soon as I say Liam's name, Chase's smile disappears. It makes my chest ache seeing the look of disappointment in his eyes. ”What about you? Where's the girl from last night?” I ask, not hiding the annoyance in my voice.
”I'm just here with Vance and Parker.”
Parker tenses as his eyes dart towards the crowded bar. I follow his line of site and see it's Liam who's caught his attention.
Seriously? Talk about worst timing ever.
”Well, nature's calling. I hope you have a fun evening, Ashlynn. I'll see ya around.”
”Yeah, it was nice seeing you, Chase.” My words are barely audible over the music; plus, by the time I say anything, he's already disappearing into the bathroom.
Of course the men's room doesn't have a mile-long line, letting him run away from me easily, while I'm stuck out here in the d.a.m.n hallway.
Seeing him turn away from me and head into the bathroom is like a sucker punch to my gut. The sparks between us are unlike anything I've ever felt before, and it feels like no matter how strong that pull is, something keeps getting in the way of one of us making a move.
”Tamara is outside throwing up in the bushes. I just called a cab to come get her. She said if you wanted to stay, she's fine with that, but if not, to meet her outside. She was on the phone with her boyfriend when I came to find you. Nikki's outside with her,” Liam says when he approaches.
Well, after all of this, my buzz is quickly wearing off.
”Okay, we'll go with her. If you can, let her know to wait for us. We're next, and I really need to pee. I won't last the entire car ride.”
”I'll go let her know,” he says and walks off in the direction he came from.
As we're walking into the bathroom, Becca grabs my arm, stopping me from entering the stall. ”Wait a sec, Ash,” she says, halting my steps.
Turning, I give her a questionable glance. ”What's up?”
”How are you feeling after talking to you know who? I know my head is all over the place. Why the h.e.l.l is Parker so d.a.m.n hot? That man is a walking o.r.g.a.s.m. I practically came as soon as he b.u.mped me with his arm!”
We burst into a fit of giggles, causing the girls at the sink was.h.i.+ng their hands to give us weird looks.
”I honestly don't know. I really like him, but he is a player. I keep telling myself to just have fun. If anything happens, it happens. It's been a really long four months, and Chase seems like the perfect guy to end my dry spell. If only I could stop getting jealous every time I see him around another girl. My mind doesn't know how to do casual, Becca. I am afraid I'm going to leave South Carolina broken-hearted.”
Becca pulls me in for a hug. ”Follow your heart, not your head for once. I say go for it. Have fun. We're only young once. So go have as many hot, random hook ups as your little heart desires. We're on vacation. We gotta live it up, girlfriend!”
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