Cheesy on the Eyes by Teagan Hunter Page 0,59
know. Is that why you moved here?”
He nods. “I made my way down the coast and settled here after trying to fight Winston one night. He took me in after that, and I’ve been here since.”
“You met Winston trying to fight him?”
Sully grins. “Yep. I was over at Gully’s, and I might have been drinking a little too much. Some douchebag was there hitting on some girl who wasn’t at all interested. He wouldn’t let up, so Winston stepped in to help, the guy swung at Winston, and my drunk ass got involved and took a swing at the wrong guy. Wren clocked me for trying to hit her brother.” He grabs his jaw like he still feels it. “Winston took me home after that, and the rest is history.”
Holy shit…
My heart rate picks up again, and this time for a whole new reason.
Sully continues, “It was a risk to stay here, but I’m glad I did. I—what? Why are you looking at me like that?” he asks, head tilted, studying me.
“I was the girl.”
“What?” He shifts back, looking as shocked as I feel. “No you weren’t.”
“Yes, I was. Jaden was supposed to be meeting me for drinks and was running late. I didn’t learn until later it was because he was dickin’ his way through his office, but yeah, that was me. I was the girl you guys were defending.”
He stares at me, mouth slackened.
“Things are a little fuzzy because I had already taken a couple shots before it all went down, but I remember some guy swinging at Winston. I didn’t realize it was you. I was so distraught over the whole ordeal and being stood up that I booked it out of there as soon as Winston stepped in. I’m kind of sad I missed Wren punching you.”
Sully grunts. “She’s fucking feisty.”
“I feel like that’s putting it nicely,” Simon says, putting our pizzas in front of us. “She’s been a pain in my ass since she was born.”
“She’s your favorite pain in the ass.”
“She is.” He looks to Sully. “And don’t you dare tell Winston I said that. I’ll deny it until my very last breath. Enjoy your pie.”
Simon leaves us to our food. Unable to resist the delicious smell, I tuck into my pizza right away.
I notice Sully hasn’t made a move for his at all.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, looking over at him.
His elbows are up on the bar top, hand running over the stubble that always seems to be lining his jaw. His well-loved ball cap is spun backward on his head like it always is.
“I…I’m honestly fucking shocked right now. I can’t believe that was you,” he murmurs.
“I know. It’s kind of weird, isn’t it?”
“Yeah…weird.”
“Almost feels like fate, huh?”
Sully’s eyes find mine, and the stare he gives me almost knocks me off my stool.
It’s so intense, so profound.
So fucking raw.
“Almost feels like fate.”
Slice Sixteen
Sully
“Is it dumb I’m nervous?”
“Yes. You know all these people. Hell, you’ve known most of them longer than I have.”
Thea picks at her nails, her bottom lip tucked between her teeth. She has no reason to be nervous, not just because she already knows everyone, but because there’s no doubt in my mind they’re going to adore her as much as I do.
We’ve spent every day together since we caved to our impulses, and I can’t see myself growing tired of her anytime soon.
Last night after dinner, even after all our flirting, we didn’t even have sex.
We cuddled.
Fucking cuddled.
I can’t remember the last time I cuddled with anyone, let alone my fake girlfriend turned friend with benefits…or whatever we’re calling this, because it’s starting to feel like a hell of a lot more than just sex.
“True,” Thea says, “but I haven’t really hung out with them since high school, and that feels like it was a long damn time ago. In case you haven’t noticed, I don’t really have a lot of friends. I kind of just do my own thing.”
“You’ll be fine,” I tell her. “Just know you’ll likely be tired by the end of the night.”
“Oh.” She bounces her brows up and down. “Is that a promise of sex?”
“Well, yes, but also because they are all incredibly exhausting.” She pouts, and I laugh. “Let’s head inside before they all start—never mind, they’re already doing it.”
I nod toward the front of the house where Winston, Foster, Wren, and Porter all have their noses pressed against the glass, spying on me and Thea.
“Your friends are idiots,” she says on a laugh.
“Trust