Forget You Read Online Free

Boy
from the park. “Son of a bitch.”
    Really, love gods? Really?
    Soldier Boy’s lips twisted into an incredibly
sexy smile at my outburst. “You know, my mother never saw the irony
in calling me that.”
    I laughed. A look of complete shock plastered
on Soldier Boy’s face at the sound. Why the hell was I laughing at
him? Laughing at something he’d said constituted as flirting in the
guy code dictionary.
    “Pretty funny, Soldier Boy,” I commended him.
Maybe he would leave it at that, and not consider my laugh as an
invitation to inflate his ego and flirt relentlessly with me for
the remainder of the night.
    He cocked his head to the side. “You liked
that, huh?”
    And there it was, the cockiness I’d been
waiting on. Love gods, you suck tonight.
    “And that was the only thing I liked.” I
moved past him, hoping he’d take the hint. “Excuse me. I need a
refill.”
    I didn’t have to look behind me to see if
he’d followed. I could feel that he had. It was as though he had
this massive presence mine enjoyed latching onto, that it desired
to be fused with, because I could feel him all around me.
    “What’s your name?” he asked. He was closer
than I thought, his breath practically brushed against my ear when
he spoke.
    I pretended not to hear him. It may have been
a simple question, but I still didn’t care to answer. He didn’t
need to know my name, because I wasn’t interested. Once I reached
the kitchen counter, I picked up the ladle lying beside a large
bowl, and dipped it in for another glass of sangria.
    “Not going to tell me your name?” He leaned
against the counter, and grazed his eyes over every inch of my
face. I could feel the burning trail his stare left in its
wake.
    When I still didn’t answer—this time because
I was dumbfounded at how much power this guy suddenly had over
me—he reached out and touched the small of my back. I knew this
move; it was so he could better gain my attention. What he didn’t
know, though, was that he already had my attention even without the
deliberate placement of his hand. Every inch of my skin blazed to
life from his touch. If he could make me feel this way from the
smallest of contact, I wondered what else he could do for me
tonight. Maybe the love gods weren’t being cruel; maybe they were
showing me mercy in the form of a seriously sexy soldier boy.
    “Eva,” I answered. Gaining control over my
hand again, I finished pouring myself that second drink I so
desperately needed.
    “Eva? Like from the Disney movie Wall-E ?”
    And the moment was over. He’d opened his
mouth, and crushed it to smithereens. “Yup. And… how old are
you?”
    He had a baby face, but his movie reference
made me think he might be even younger than I’d initially thought.
If he said he was nineteen, I was leaving. I would hand him my cup,
text Mindy goodnight, and hightail it out of there. I was not
dating someone younger than me.
    “Twenty-three, why? How old are you?”
    Not too much younger than me, but still
younger. Ugh.
    “Because your juvenile taste in movies had me
wondering.” I topped my drink off, and placed the ladle back where
I’d found it. “My age doesn’t matter because I’m not
interested.”
    “Ouch,” he muttered under his breath. I could
still hear his goofy smile reflected in his words though.
    Weaving through the crowd in the kitchen, I
made my way back to Mindy. She was still standing where I’d left
her, soaking in all of Wes Keeton’s player ways. A hand touched the
small of my back, and Soldier Boy appeared at my side as though he
were guiding me through the room. I rolled my eyes and wiggled away
from his touch, ignoring the sparks that spread from there straight
to my who-ha. God, his touch did things to me. Things I couldn’t
force back much longer if he kept his hand on me.
    “I don’t need a bodyguard.” I flipped my hair
over my shoulder, and continued forward.
    “Never said I thought you did,” he said
against my