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Chapter 32 Oakley
Past…
Her gorgeous smile is so bright it rivals all the lights around us as we get off the Ferris wheel. “Thank you for making me do that.”
I’m about to tell her she doesn’t have to thank me for giving her a new experience, but my phone rings.
I press the ignore button when I see Loki’s name flash across the screen. I’ll hit him back later.
Right now, I have more important things on my mind.
Like the girl next to me.
The one burrowing under my skin.
Rain starts coming down—not enough to soak us—but enough to send some people ducking for cover.
But not Bianca.
She tugs on my hand, gesturing to the live band that’s playing a stripped-down version of some Nickelback song.
“I love this song,” she declares as she walks over to the small stage where they’re performing.
It takes everything in me not to laugh, because almost everyone I know hates the band…but not her.
As usual, the girl is full of surprises.
She ebbs when everyone else flows.
The muscles in my chest draw tight as she sways to the music and fireflies begin flickering around her.
As if they too are utterly captivated by her presence.
The rain picks up, but it still doesn’t stop her.
Hand clutching her heart, she tilts her face up to the night sky, the hem of her now damp dress rising up her thighs as she moves.
I want to remember this moment forever.
Because if life has taught me anything…it’s that beautiful things never last.
No matter how much you might want them to.
I suck in a breath when she smiles again.
She’s like the smell of smoke in the distance…warning you to stay away.
But I can’t.
There’s something about her. Something raw and authentic.
The side of her I might not have known if I had kept listening to Hayley’s lies…or the feeling in my gut.
The one cautioning me she was trouble and not worth the bullshit.
My chest coils as I continue observing her, the alarm bells growing louder in my head.
Watching my dad fall apart after my mom left showed me what a woman can do to a man—the way they can a
I’m not looking to repeat the mistake.
Her dark eyes lock on mine, luring me in. “Dance with me.”
I shake my head, taking a step back.
Bianca Covington is the type of woman who could steal a man's soul and then destroy his existence when she’s done.
If I had any sense, I’d stay far away.
She stops moving, that gorgeous smile falling off her lips as thunder booms above us. “Please.”
Like a moth to a flame, I find myself moving closer, drawn to this frustrating—yet fascinating paradox of a girl I have no business fooling around with.
I grip her waist. “I don’t dance.”
But I do…for her.