Page 73 of Forever Golden
“Hey,” he says.
Scar smiles a little. “Hi.”
His gaze roams from Scar’s eyes, down to where the black zip-up she borrowed from Joss shows a bit of her chest, then lower where skin-tight jeans hug her hips.
While he checks her out, I picture his eyes bugging and his tongue rolling out his mouth like I’ve seen on cartoons.
“I’m Linden.”
“Scarlett.”
He nods, finally remembering she has eyes. “How long are you here for?”
“About a week.”
He nods again, like he’s plotting against her, thinking of all the ways he can defile her before we leave.
“Cool. Maybe we’ll get to hang out between now and then. You into music?”
Scar’s smile broadens. “Depends.”
He’s grinning now, too, but it’s reserved. Like he’s too cool for excitement and shit.
“Well, if you’re not too busy, I’d love for you to come hear us play. We’ve got our second gig Thursday night.”
“Oh yeah? Do you sing at all?”
He nods, pretending to be humble, but I see it all over his face. Kid thinks he’s the shit.
“I sing lead, actually.”
“Ah, that explains the voice.”
Scar’s statement has him cocking his head. “Meaning?”
Scar shrugs. “It’s raspy and kind of strong, I guess. I don’t know, it’s just… different. In a good way,” she adds.
He’s eating this up. That slick grin on his face makes that crystal clear.
“So, do you think you’ll come check us out?”
Scar makes a big show of considering his offer. “I would, but… I’m kind of seeing someone.”
“Kind of?” he repeats. “Doesn’t really count if you’re not sure.”
Scar smiles politely but stands her ground. “I’m only confused about our status, not my feelings for him,” she explains. “But I do appreciate the invitation.”
With that answer, Scar walks off, having surprised me andLindenbothwith that response, followed by the prompt exit that forces him to end this play he’s made for her attention. He’s a little wounded by the well-played rejection, but he is far from defeated. In fact, he’s still watching her, smirking as she walks away, like he knows something she doesn’t.
God, please don’t let him be as persistent as West. If he is, the fact that she isn’t giving in to him will only make him want her more. At this point, my only solace is that there are several states between them.
Apparently, Joss and I are finally worthy of Linden’s attention, because he suddenly seems to notice that we exist. He puts on an innocent smile as he shoves both hands inside his pockets.
“Nice to meet you both,” he croons.
Scar’s right about that voice. Pretty sure he’s tried to sing the panties off half the girls in this town. Hell, maybe all of them.
I smile but see right through him. “Nice to meet you,” I force out.