Error (Adrenaline Series Book 5) Read Online Free Page B
Author: Xavier Neal
barely know me. But yeah. I really did.
“I uh...I'm really sorry about how I acted last night. What I said...”
She whispers, “I know.”
“I didn't mean it.”
A small smile comes to the pair of beautiful lips I wanna stroke with my tongue. “I know.”
“Wanna let me make it up to you?”
Azura slips her hands in the back pocket of her jean shorts. “How?”
“Lunch?”
My small offer gets a big grin. “Like a date?”
“Uh...” I shrug. “I uh...I guess?”
Why are you looking at me like that? Did I mess that up? Well I didn't expect I'd have to call it a date! I just- Well I- Would you stop yelling at me already?
Sweetly she sighs, “It's cool Destin. You don't have to pity ask me out-”
“That's not pity,” I immediately spew. “I just..I haven't legit asked a girl out in a while, so I guess I just clammed up. But yeah. A date, Azura. That's what I want.”
This time she wets her lips before grinning. “I want that too.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah...”
For a moment I just stare uncertain of what to say or do next.
Why am I so awkward? Why didn't Drew prep me better for this?
“But um...not today,” she says. “I have plans.”
Jealously instantly floods my system. “Like another date?”
Azura continues to smirk but shakes her head. “No. Just a party.”
With a smirk of my own I playfully suggest, “I could be your date to that.”
A doubtful look falls on her face seconds before she shakes her head profusely. “No. No. No. No....I don't think that's a good idea.”
“Creepy ex-boyfriend gonna be there?”
“No.”
“Stalker?”
“No.”
“Secret twin sister you've been keeping from us with vampire teeth and hump back?”
Azura erupts into laughter trying to deny my suggestion in the process. Loving her laugh, I soak in every bit of it I can. For the first time in weeks, I can see my old self coming back on the horizon.
“Let me tag along,” I encourage.
“It's a pool party. Do you have swim trunks?”
“I...”
Shit. I don't.
“I do have money though. We can swing by the store and I'll grab a pair.”
Azura shakes her head. “Let me see if I can save you twelve bucks.”
Intrigued I dart my eyebrows down.
“Angela!” she calls out. Nothing happens, so she repeats her name, “Angela!” The two of us wait in silence for a few moments before she yells it again, “Angela!” Finally her sister's door flies open and she asks, “You got a pair of swim trunks Destin can fit in?”
I look over my shoulder to see her in less clothing than she was before.
Sports bra and booty shorts. I pray she's about to work out and not try to seduce someone. They wouldn't stand a chance. Well, I would. No offense to my brother and his blondes are perfect policy, but I'm starting to think brunettes do it better. Particularly wavy haired ones.
She slides her hand up the door frame to pose, eyes planted on me. “Daniel's size, right?”
Nope. That's not happening. Not sleeping with her.
“Right.”
She lingers for a moment before giving up. “Yeah, give me a sec.”
As she disappears into her room, I turn around and analyze Azura's outfit. “You're not gonna wear that top are you?”
She looks down at the monstrosity, which looks more like a tank top than one that belongs in the water.
“What's wrong with it?”
“Not to sound rude, but you're working with an A plus rack in a C minus top.”
Her caramel colored face flushes. Something inside of me whispers that I want to see her do that again and again.
Preferably while calling out my name and clawing at the sheets. Damn I'm hornier than I thought.
Angela comes down the hall dangling black swim trunks from her fingers. “These should work.”
Politely I thank her,
“I uh...I'm really sorry about how I acted last night. What I said...”
She whispers, “I know.”
“I didn't mean it.”
A small smile comes to the pair of beautiful lips I wanna stroke with my tongue. “I know.”
“Wanna let me make it up to you?”
Azura slips her hands in the back pocket of her jean shorts. “How?”
“Lunch?”
My small offer gets a big grin. “Like a date?”
“Uh...” I shrug. “I uh...I guess?”
Why are you looking at me like that? Did I mess that up? Well I didn't expect I'd have to call it a date! I just- Well I- Would you stop yelling at me already?
Sweetly she sighs, “It's cool Destin. You don't have to pity ask me out-”
“That's not pity,” I immediately spew. “I just..I haven't legit asked a girl out in a while, so I guess I just clammed up. But yeah. A date, Azura. That's what I want.”
This time she wets her lips before grinning. “I want that too.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah...”
For a moment I just stare uncertain of what to say or do next.
Why am I so awkward? Why didn't Drew prep me better for this?
“But um...not today,” she says. “I have plans.”
Jealously instantly floods my system. “Like another date?”
Azura continues to smirk but shakes her head. “No. Just a party.”
With a smirk of my own I playfully suggest, “I could be your date to that.”
A doubtful look falls on her face seconds before she shakes her head profusely. “No. No. No. No....I don't think that's a good idea.”
“Creepy ex-boyfriend gonna be there?”
“No.”
“Stalker?”
“No.”
“Secret twin sister you've been keeping from us with vampire teeth and hump back?”
Azura erupts into laughter trying to deny my suggestion in the process. Loving her laugh, I soak in every bit of it I can. For the first time in weeks, I can see my old self coming back on the horizon.
“Let me tag along,” I encourage.
“It's a pool party. Do you have swim trunks?”
“I...”
Shit. I don't.
“I do have money though. We can swing by the store and I'll grab a pair.”
Azura shakes her head. “Let me see if I can save you twelve bucks.”
Intrigued I dart my eyebrows down.
“Angela!” she calls out. Nothing happens, so she repeats her name, “Angela!” The two of us wait in silence for a few moments before she yells it again, “Angela!” Finally her sister's door flies open and she asks, “You got a pair of swim trunks Destin can fit in?”
I look over my shoulder to see her in less clothing than she was before.
Sports bra and booty shorts. I pray she's about to work out and not try to seduce someone. They wouldn't stand a chance. Well, I would. No offense to my brother and his blondes are perfect policy, but I'm starting to think brunettes do it better. Particularly wavy haired ones.
She slides her hand up the door frame to pose, eyes planted on me. “Daniel's size, right?”
Nope. That's not happening. Not sleeping with her.
“Right.”
She lingers for a moment before giving up. “Yeah, give me a sec.”
As she disappears into her room, I turn around and analyze Azura's outfit. “You're not gonna wear that top are you?”
She looks down at the monstrosity, which looks more like a tank top than one that belongs in the water.
“What's wrong with it?”
“Not to sound rude, but you're working with an A plus rack in a C minus top.”
Her caramel colored face flushes. Something inside of me whispers that I want to see her do that again and again.
Preferably while calling out my name and clawing at the sheets. Damn I'm hornier than I thought.
Angela comes down the hall dangling black swim trunks from her fingers. “These should work.”
Politely I thank her,
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