Ruin (boyxboy)

Kiss a hot guy? Check.

        For the first time in a year, I wanted to live — because I wanted to spend every freaking day watching him open his eyes to the world. Hell, I wanted to be the first thing he saw. Sometimes, reality's a bitch.

  -Austin-

  I don't know what I'd thought he'd be wearing — but it wasn't that. It was black skinnies, a tank top with a plaid one over it,, and red vans to match his beanie.

 "You look…" I swallowed. Hot? Stunning? Fuckable? "Really nice."

 I heard Aaron grunt behind him. So clearly he still wasn't a fan. I made a mental note to try to win him over later that week rather than sit by and listen to him grunt and groan every time I paid a compliment to the guy I liked.

 Aw, shit. I was crushing.

 And I really didn't have the luxury of doing that.

 I looked at his jeans and the legs that led up to those hips. Damn.

 "You ready?" I croaked, sounding like a pubescent teen.

 "Sure." he smiled warmly.

 "Got your whistle?" I asked.

 "Check."

 "Cell phone?"

 "Check."

 "List?"

 He stopped walking and looked up into my eyes. "You know you really don't have to help me with that. I mean, I'm sure I can—"

 "Stop." I pressed a finger to his lips. "We're going to tackle the list, but remember, I said I could only help with a few. That whole falling in love thing will have to be saved for someone who's worthy of that heart of yours."

 He laughed. "How do you know my heart's good?"

 I stopped and pressed my palm flat against his chest, relishing the way his healthy heart slammed against my skin. I could almost feel it beating for my heart, making it stronger.

 I pulled back, noticing the flush in his cheeks. "It's a good heart. Strong beat, though I'm pretty sure it skipped one when I touched you."

 "Very funny." He looked away.

 "I can tell you have a good heart…" I sighed, opening the door to the outside. "…because the minute I met you, I wanted to fight for it."

 He was silent. "That's how you can tell when someone has a good heart."

 "When you want to start a war?" He laughed, clearly trying to lighten my mood.

 "Nah." I sighed. "When you want to be the one to make it beat." I seriously needed to stop coming on so strong. I was going to send him screaming down the street, and I really didn't want to see him sprain his ankle in those kick ass Vans. I mean, they’re really not meant for running.

 "This is me." I pointed to the black Porsche Cayenne and opened his door for him. It was the only car I owned that wasn't so exotic people wanted to stab me in the eye. I'd wanted a truck for my sixteenth birthday. My dad had gotten me a Mercedes that politicians drove, complete with bullet-proof glass. The Cayenne was my purchase, the first day I was able to access my trust fund.

 Alan was quiet.

 I quickly ran over to my side and jumped into the SUV.

 Alan's hands ran down the leather seats, his eyes taking in every single detail of the interior. Funny how years ago I would have never done that, but now? Now I got it.