“Oh, yeah. Sorry, let me just change really quick.”
Wyatt smirked. “If it were up to me, I’d tell you not to,” he said, his eyes drinking me in, dorky pajamas and all.
My cheeks warmed at the hunger in Wyatt’s eyes, especially when they caught at my bare midriff. Wyatt took a step closer, until he was standing right in front of me. I was trapped between him and the counter and as he settled his hands on either side of me, the smell of his divine cologne melting my brain.
Wyatt reached up and tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear, his fingers lightly touching my glasses. “You know, these are actually kinda cute,” he said, his voice more gravelly than I’d ever heard it.
What was happening?
I struggled to find words or even remember how to breathe, but Wyatt and the way he was looking at me made that impossible. Thankfully, the slamming of my front door snapped me out of it.
“Here,” I said, finding my voice and reaching for a dish towel to hand to Wyatt. “You better go or Robby’s going to get chocolate fingerprints all over Scarlet.”
Wyatt’s eyes widened. “Right!” Then he jogged toward the front door calling after Robby.
I took a deep breath, shaking away the heart-stopping feelings that had momentarily possessed me. I didn’t know what had just happened between us. Maybe it was my imagination, but it really seemed like Wyatt had wanted to kiss me.
I shook my head. I was being ridiculous. My dreams from last night must’ve been trying to carry over into today. I was having trouble trying to wake up this morning.
Yes, that’s all this was. I just needed to clear my head.
I ran upstairs, splashed some cold water on my face and changed while Wyatt took pictures of Robby posing in front of his car. I could see them from my bedroom window and had a hard time keeping the smile off my face.
It was sort of adorable how sweet Wyatt was with Robby. He was certainly making it difficult for me to stick to my ‘strictly partners’ rule.
I was convinced Wyatt’s photograph would appear under the definition of Prince Charming if I looked it up—good thing I knew fairytales weren’t real.
Chapter Forty-One
Wyatt
Layne stole my breath when she came outside wearing my jacket. I’d never known a piece of leather could look so good. Perhaps watching the rest of that movie last night hadn’t been a good idea, because I was starting to have a hard time not acting on the feelings I’d been fighting over the past few days.
I needed to get it together. I’d almost made a fool of myself in her kitchen.
Unless . . . Was Layne starting to feel it, too?
There was an undeniable spark whenever we were together. And if I wasn’t mistaken, she’d been looking at my lips in her kitchen. She could tell me that kiss at Journeys was purely celebratory all she wanted, but I hadn’t been able to stop craving another one.
That had to mean something, right?
I’d kissed plenty of girls, and I couldn’t remember ever wanting a repeat performance so badly. I was trying to curb my bad boy ways with Layne, but she wasn’t making it easy.
She was holding the pink bakery box of donuts when she walked toward my car. “You didn’t get any. Did you want to take these to-go?”
Even though my stomach rumbled as she held the box of donuts out to me, I shook my head. The only thing I wanted to taste right now were her lips. “Why don’t we let Robby have them?”
“Yes!” Robby exclaimed, taking the box from Layne before she could protest.
“Share with your parents,” she ordered.
“I will.” Robby turned back to Wyatt. “Don’t forget to text me those pictures.”
“Doing it right now,” I called back, hitting send on my phone.
The phone in Robby’s hand dinged and he did a little dance. “Eat your heart out, Thomas!” he yelled, before running back up the steps and disappearing into the house.
Layne shook her head, trying to hide her laughter. “I think I’m going to have to start limiting how much sugar you bring him. His mom’s going to have her hands full all day if he eats that whole box of donuts.”
“You and your rules,” I teased. “Can’t a guy just have some fun?”
She gave me a strange look but slipped silently into my car without a response. I shut the door, walking around to the driver’s side wondering