I was actually feeling pretty good until I saw him. He was leaning against my car, casually, looking unfairly sexy. Why did he have to be good looking? Wasn’t he a curse enough already? I scowled, walking toward him, “What do you want, Cooper?”
He sighed, “I told you I was going to talk to you after school.”
I looked meaningfully around at the mostly empty parking lot, “And I told you I had tutoring.”
He shrugged, “You’re worth the wait.”
“Whatever,” I said, frustrated at the thrill that went through me as he said those words. It should not affect me like this.
“Brit,” he murmured in his irresistably soft voice, grabbing my hand and staring at me with those beautiful, deep green eyes. It wasn’t fair. I couldn’t think when he did that too me.
“What?” I asked, but I couldn’t infuse the proper annoyance into my tone.
“Britney,” he murmured my full name, “Please… can’t we just talk?”
I blinked, trying to dispell the cloud that had invaded my mind. “I… Ok,” I gave in, inwardly cursing myself.