Kiss To Forget (Blairwood University #2) - Anna B. Doe Page 0,60
know, I just know, he’ll go in for the kill.
I’d do it too.
“Fuck that,” I mutter, getting ready to take a step forward when a hand wraps around mine, halting me.
“Nix! I didn’t know you’d be here.”
I turn around and look down at the blonde. Amy? Annie? Ann? Something like that. I’m not sure which one, and at this point, I really don’t care.
Will he be kissing her if I look their way?
“A spur of the moment decision.”
“You with the team?” Her greedy eyes are already scanning the space in hopes of seeing some of my teammates.
“Just Hayden.” I can see her face fall, but then she shakes her head as if to remind herself I’m still here, so I add in a rush, “We’re just picking up Hade’s girl and her friends.”
“Well, you can have a drink.” She slides her hand over my forearm. “Since you’re here and all.”
Fuck. Does she really have to be so insistent?
“I’m not sure…”
A hand touches my shoulder tentatively, and I turn around to see Yasmin looking at me. “Nixon? What are you doing here?”
She looks even more gorgeous up close like this. Her makeup is minimal, the main focus those damn red lips that make the natural fullness of her mouth stand out, begging somebody to kiss her.
Me, begging me to kiss her.
They don’t look kissed though. Is that just my wishful thinking or is the guy that big of a useless prick that he doesn’t know how to kiss a girl right?
“Hayden came to pick up Callie.”
The frown on her forehead deepens. “Why? Is something wrong?”
She starts turning around, looking for Callie. Shaking off the girl still clinging to me, I put my hands on her shoulders, stopping her. “Everything’s fine. They’re there.” I turn her in the direction where Hayden and Callie are standing and swaying from side to side, her head resting on his chest. “See?”
She looks at them for a moment before turning to face me, her eyes narrowed in suspicion. “Then why are you here?”
Because I couldn’t bear the thought of you going home with a guy that’s not me.
The words come out of nowhere, throwing me off guard.
I inhale sharply, my chest burning like a train has just run into me.
Thankfully, I didn’t voice them out loud, because there was no way I’d be able to explain it to her. Hell, I can’t explain it to myself.
I scratch at the nape of my neck, uncomfortable under her probing gaze. “Hayden didn’t like the photo Cals sent him, so he decided to come.”
Her eyebrows shot up. “He didn’t like the photo? Oh, I see. His inner Neanderthal decided to come out and play.”
“He…” But I don’t get to finish because somebody crashes into her. Yasmin loses her balance and falls into me. I wrap my arms around her, steadying her. Her hands close around my waist, her head leaning into the crook of my neck.
My heart speeds up at her proximity, the thump-thump-thump ringing in my ears. Even with the hot and stiff club air, I can smell the sweet scent of honey and cinnamon that’s all Yasmin. It envelops me completely, entering my every pore.
I look down at her, pushing her hair behind her ear so I can see her face. Her eyes are glassy and slightly unfocused, a mix of alcohol and tiredness.
“He was just worried,” I say softly, pulling her a little closer.
Unable to resist, I brush the back of my hand against her cheekbone, relishing in the feel of her soft skin underneath my fingertips.
Yasmin inhales softly, her lips forming a perfect O. I want to lean down and wipe that stupefied look off her face with my mouth. Just a few inches separate us. It would be so easy. So freaking easy to close the distance and claim that stubborn mouth of hers.
I swallow, fighting the need to do it.
A movement over her shoulder catches my attention. The guy she’s been with is coming straight at us. I give him my most menacing glare so he knows to fuck off. He takes two more steps before changing his direction.
Stupid fucker.
Yasmin stabs her finger in my chest, drawing my attention back to her. “Yeah, right. He just didn’t want others to play with his toy. I know how you guys work.” She squirms at me. “Still doesn’t explain what you are doing here?”
“I’m moral support.”
“I don’t think I believe you.” She moves back a little to be able to glare at me.