Fearful Hearts

❤︎ Coffee & Fries [3]

I wrap my flimsy coat tighter around myself as the Hottie and I walk down the porch of the frat house.

Should have worn something warmer. I sourly think as another midnight winter breeze sweeps past us, sending chills crawling up and down my frame. But I didn't want to look like a meatball. Ugh, I hate winter.

Hottie throws a side glance in my way, probably judging my poor choice of clothing. Well hell to him, I wanted to feel pretty and this dress serves that purpose perfectly.

"You did know it's winter, right?" he finally says. In the dark street with only lamp posts faintly illuminating the area, it doesn't stop me from detecting the shine of amusement in his dark green eyes that appear black in this light.

I roll my eyes. "Girls' stuff, you wouldn't understand."

He nods, the side of his mouth quirks up and I glare at him.

We stroll in silence until it hits me. The roads are empty. It's dark and late, in other words, it's the best opportunity for someone to kidnap me. Holy shit! What if hottie is one of Dad's rival's sons? What if they have sent him to kidnap me and demand ransom from Dad! Or worse, a serial killer! "Is it too late to ask if you're a kidnapper or not?" I quaver slightly, failing to cover my sudden worry.

He throws his head back and laughs. "Oh damn, was I that obvious? Shit. Give me two seconds, the van is just round this corner with my crew in it."

I halt and eye him suspiciously as he chuckles. He goes ahead for a few steps before realizing I've stopped. Hottie who is now scaring the shit out of me spins to face me.

"You believed it? Oh come on, I was joking, but seriously you should've considered it before," he pauses and nears me. "Coming out with me," he drops his voice an octave and leans down to me. "Into the dark and empty alleys," he whispers next to my ear, tingling my skin and sending shivers down my spine. "With a guy you don't even know."

My heart hammers in my chest as I look straight ahead. Even though I'm scared shitless, my traitorous body wants to close the distance between us. He pulls away from me and straightens himself and his eyes scan my face with such intensity it ignites a new blaze in me, warming me from the inside.

And then the intense stare vanishes. He smirks before doubling up, guffawing like a mad man.

I glower at him which only makes him laugh harder. The sound echoes in the silent alley, a heart-warming sound, causing my heart to flutter but I hold my ground.

Jeez, the effects of going a few months without banging is surely striking.

"You're a psycho," I shout, crossing my arms in front of my chest and he laughs harder.

"Your face," he motions to his own face and chortles. "Was priceless," he roars with laughter, almost losing his balance.

"Asshole," I mutter and glare at a bush in a nearby house's front yard.