Fighting the Waves (On Hold)

Fighting the Waves ~ Chapter 16

~ Dedicated to pickllles for being my favorite twin~

By the time we got to the restaurant, it was past seven, and I was starving. I seriously think I could have eaten the Buffalo in Buffalo Wild Wings. In the car, Cole had laughed at me several times when my stomach growled. Which, quite frankly, I don't understand. He was just as hungry, if not more, than I was. Why wasn't his stomach trying to harmonize with the uproar mine was creating? And why did he get to make fun of me for it? It's not one bit fair. I really need to find something good to poke fun at him for. 

We entered the restaurant and a chill passed through me. Why do restaurants always have to be so darn cold? I get cold very easily, a trait I can thank my dad for. I learned to always bring a jacket to restaurants to avoid freezing to death, but thanks to someone who impatiently threw things at my window to hurry me up, I must have forgotten one in my haste. So there I sat, wearing nothing but a pair of capris and a cute tank- top, attempting to inconspicuously rub my arms to create friction. 

The hostess sat us in booth in the middle of the restaurant, and I couldn't help but notice that she was blatantly checking Cole out. An uncomfortable knot formed in my stomach. I looked away from the starry-eyed hostess and down at my feet as I walked, trying to ignore the fact that it was bothering me. 

Once we were seated, she reluctantly left and I switched from staring at my feet to focusing on my twiddling thumbs on the table. After a few moments, I felt something hit me in the face. I glanced at the object and saw that it was a leather jacket.  

As I looked up curiously at Cole, he said, "Put it on, Logie. I know how cold you get so I wore it just I'm case you forgot one. Besides, you were shivering." 

"Thanks," I mumbled. It didn't escape my notice of how incredibly thoughtful that was of him.  

"Logie, are you okay? You've seemed a bit off ever since we got inside." he said, his emerald green eyes laced with concern. 

"Yeah, I'm fine. It was just the cold," I lied,"But that's all better now." I told him as I slipped my arms into his large black leather jacket, embracing the warmth. I also quite enjoyed the smell of the jacket. 

I looked up at Cole to see him gazing at me skeptically, as if he knew there was more to it. I glanced at his torso wondering how on earth he wasn't cold. Now that he was no longer bearing his jacket, he was left in a green shirt that really brought out his gorgeous eyes and a pair of dark-wash jeans. He shifted, putting his elbows on the table, and I couldn't help but admire his muscles. 

"Now you're checking me out too?" Cole smirked. 

I blushed slightly, "As if. I was just trying to wrap my mind around how the hell you aren't cold." 

He laughed, "Not everyone is as fragile as you, Logie." 

"Hey! I'm not fragile!" I grumbled. 

"Right, and I'm not hot." he countered, with a cocky smirk. 

"Oh, hey! We agree on something," I said, sticking my tongue out at him. 

"Uh-huh. Sure, Logie. Because you definitely weren't starting to fantasize about me a minute ago." 

"Far from it, actually." I was definitely not going to give him that satisfaction. 

"Admit it. If I hadn't interrupted you, you'd be having mental images of me shirtless, possibly even more de-clothed, right now."  

I scrunched my nose up at him, "Do know how much of a conceited ass you sound like right now?" 

He grinned, "That may be, but I'm the conceited ass who saved you the embarrassment of having to explain to the waitress why there would be drool all over the menu."