At first, I was worried because it seemed like some major insta-love was in store but I was wrong! Callum is so incredibly sweet. They sit inside Social Services, waiting for their social workers to call their names and offer them the miracle they know will never come but they sit anyway because they have nowhere else fishwr go, no other options on their very literal and figurative empty plates. They work together at a restaraunt that helps them keep a steady flow of cash.
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Where is My Mind? She was so intriguing, I could actually feel the sweat dripping down the back of my neck at the effort it was taking to keep from staring at her. Her eyes killed me. Get it together, Callum, I thought.
I paused, mid thought, remembering where we were. She is sitting in the same office you are, bro. Yeah, Callum, she is, I debated with myself, with only a fleeting thought toward how mentally unstable people who talked to themselves were. But the last thing this lovely probably wants is to mess around with someone with as much drama as you own.
She tucked her chin into her chest and glanced my direction but when she caught me staring back, she quickly fixed her eyes onto the floor. Then again Gold eyes stood up. Harper Bailey. What an appropriate name. She even looked like a Harper and that made me want to smile for some reason. Harper Bailey looked back at me and flashed a perfect row of white teeth making me melt a little into my seat. Harper Oh my God, I think I just melted a little bit into the floor.
If I were to have guessed, he was probably six foot two or three. I could feel his eyes on the back of my head, heating me up from the inside. I shivered involuntarily. Never had someone affected me like that and I was stupefied because I was Harper Bailey, self-professed bachelor and lover of singledom. I whipped my head around and watched him walk to their desk.
Callum Tate. I liked the sound of that. Yikes, Harper. Crazy much? He looked over his shoulder at me. We stopped pretending and smiles ensued. He had a slightly crooked smile which somehow looked amazingly adorable on him. Now, when did you turn eighteen? Drawing ask you to leave her home? This was my attempt at feigning indifference. Truth was, I was scared, no, terrified of being alone. Her free lunch ticket expired, if you catch my drift.
Focus your attention on mister perfect and forget all about how pathetic your situation really is. So essentially, inside my small canvas messenger, were two pairs of jeans, a few button up fitted flannels, one striped dress, and a pair of flip flops. When I turned around, I saw Callum heading for the door and my stomach clenched in anticipation.
She passed ahead of me and I caught a whiff of her shampoo, involuntarily sending my eyes into the back of my head. Though, now that I think about it. Is hell sexy? I continued to watch.
Her hips could have kept time with the damn beat. The sun cascaded down her copper hair and made her eyes feel transparent. Thanks for the bone, buttercup. She took the wrought iron steps down to the sidewalk two at a time, which told me she was in a hurry and since it was nearly sunset, I was willing to bet that she and I were heading in the same direction. I scrambled at what to say while her feet scurried along the pavement. Say something! She stopped and turned. She thought twice for a moment before stiffening her body and raising her chin.
She glanced down at the same piece of paper I, as fate would have it, held in my own hand. Cynical, a product of the system. Looks like we share the same amount of luck. If you ride with me, at least we have a chance of getting a spot for the night. She smiled slowly in appreciation, her mouth curling up at the sides and her eyes squinting into the sun.
Her head bobbed slowly up and down on her neck. A silent yes. I nodded, intrigued. I plan on fixing her up when I get the time and, of course, the money.
She straddled the back of the leather seat and slid her duffel across her chest to sit behind her. Instead, I set the helmet on the seat between her legs and brazenly ran my fingers through her hair.
It flowed off her shoulders and settled onto her back. The scent of her shampoo bombarded me one more time and I swayed slightly at the assault but regained my stance. I grabbed the helmet off her lap and fit it onto her head. She giggled at the awkward familiarity of it. Are you an unsafe driver? That was pretty refreshing, actually.
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