"How gnarly of you," I rolled my eyes.
"Kennedy, you don't know the half of it." His gaze burned with treasured desire. "I could surf waves on your neck with my lips."
My eyebrows rose and I slid my hands down his waist and watched his eyelids flut...
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Kennedy's P.O.V
With wind burn from the storm, a cut on my cheek from where we skid off the road, what more could hit me tonight other than also being hit in the face by my own victorious trophies.
A while later, I was now soaking wet, and absolutely drenched to my core by the time I arrived at the Hilton. The rain washed me in frustration and anger at Rylan.
When he left me stranded, I walked the next few blocks and now I was late to the meet and greet. Everyone would have been piling into a room full of cameramen, lights, black ties and adorned dresses. While here I was, outside making my way in the storm.
I had no idea if the jackass had made it there or not. However, despite being surrounded by rainwater my heart was parched.
If Sam never died, where would I be? Would I have ever been in America in my life? Would I have a better relationship with Rylan? Would I have made it into the WSL without my accident as a wildcard?
The Hilton Resort came looming overhead in-front of me. The dark clouds behind it making it appear almost like a green screen as though it was an onset movie block. If this were a movie it felt like it had only just begun. Maybe I would have skipped through to see if I make it through not just Rylan's temper but the WSL rounds as well.
I saw Rylan's car parked off to the side in the valet lot. So, he did make it. I huffed and shook my head. Wading lonely through the entrance doors, the warmth surrounded me like a warm hug which left the darkness outside.
The girl with orange hair stared at me again. This was the second time I was making the lobby just as wet as I was. My clothes had soaked up so much rain, my hair stringy with the water, the weight of each droplet feeling gravity as they dripped off my body to form puddles on the pristine floors.
Her eyes bore into the back of my head as I moved towards the elevators to make it up to my room, the box clinking with each step. I thought about calling out 'sorry', now that she would have to clean it up another time. I sure was making an impression these first couple of days on everyone.
The elevator dinged open, it was empty, and I piled in cold and shivering whilst a headache formed lonely in my temples. A long hot shower would be luxurious right now, but with as late as I was to the meet and greet already, I'd have to make it quick instead.
My room was a few levels below the party and as I left the elevator, the faint sound of music, laughter and chatter vibrated through the walls and roof.
Eventually the doors separated at the appropriate floor. I would normally have rushed to get dressed and make it to the meet and greet before I could be any later, but my energy had subsided.
"That's probably the best thing you've done yet," a female voice spoke aloud, and her giggles echoed down the corridor. She was in a beautiful light blue gown that hugs her figure. She saw me and I remembered her.
