Mrs All American

13

Blake's pov

"Thank you" I answered with a small smile. My hands enclosed around the bottle and I tossed it in my bag. After laying my towel out next to Calum, I laid down on my back and closed my eyes.

The burning feeling from Luke's fingers lingered on my spine, craving his touch again. Never would I have thought his touch would make me feel the way I did- in need of more. His touch was so gentle, contrary to his calloused fingers from playing guitar.

"Blake?" Michael's voice broke me from my daydreams. I flipped my eyes open and sat up, leaning back against my forearms.

"Yes?"

"We asked if you wanted to come swimming with us?" Michael somewhat chuckled. That means they must've asked me a few times but I was too busy zoning out to hear him.

"Not yet" I replied.

"Why not?" Calum questioned. "You afraid?" He taunted. I glared at him from behind me sunglasses before pushing them on top of my head.

"No," I answered firmly. "I'm just not hot enough" I shrugged.

"Trust me babe you're hot enough" he remarked with a wink. It took me a moment before rolling my eyes at his cheeky manner.

"You really haven't been around many girls before I moved here, huh?" I asked, looking up at him with a smile.

"Am I that obvious?" He winked.

"Unfortunately yes" I laughed and laid back down on my towel. Most girls would be offended or smothered by Calum's comments, but back in New York all my friends were guys. I was never the type of girl to hang with her girlfriends and sip Starbucks while shopping at the mall. Instead, I'd play soccer or basketball with the guys outside.

My closest friend Matt and I were inseparable. Our parents went to college together and he lived around the corner from me growing up  for that reason alone, we were close because we would play street soccer outside after school every day. Plus, he was the captain of the boys basketball team, so when it was too cold to be outside for soccer, we'd be inside a gym playing ball.

I was used to the type of flirty relationships that Calum and I had, because it was similar to the one I shared with Matt. Matt however was more of an older brother to me. When my dad disappeared with my biological brother, Matt instantly filled the older brother role and looked out for me and my younger sister. When my brother was finally born, he was always at my house helping out with whatever he could.

The thing I loved most about him was he didn't act softly around me. When we were playing, he went just as hard against me as he would have against any of the guys. This helped me work extra hard because of his big frame, which in turn prepared me even better for the team tryouts. Even when my dad left, he didn't baby me and try to sympathize everything. Of course he felt sorry, but he never acted or treated me any differently, which is exactly what I needed. If he felt sorry and started being hesitant around me, I wouldn't be a mentally strong as I consider myself today.

"So you wanna help me with that problem?" Calum asked, crouching down beside me. I looked up and down his body and slid my sunglasses back on my eyes.

"I'm good" I rejected him teasingly. The boys laughed behind him and I saw them start to head down to the water.

"Well if you won't go out with me" he laughed, "will you at least let me show you around the boardwalk?" He asked. I eyed him suspiciously, questioning my trust towards him at the moment. His hands went up on surrender as he stood up. "Your call"

Contemplating, I stood up and readjusted my bikini top. While I was looking down, Calum grabbed my waist and threw me on his back. "Calum!" I shouted and tried to unhook my legs from his waist. His large hands gripped my thighs tight enough so that I was locked in place. Moving my arms would do nothing but make me lose balance and fall backwards, so I was stuck. "Put me down" I demanded, continuing to wiggle around.