[Say Yes 02] • Shawn

Aya

Coast is clear.  Now I can focus on helping my friend get into the drummer's pants.  

Or at least I think I can until I see six feet of sun-kissed skin, muscle, and the prettiest eyes I’ve ever seen walking towards us.     

And then it hits me like a ton of bricks.  

I’m flushed.  Frantic.  Fluttering like a hummingbird.  Lightheaded.  My knees are getting weak.  It’s all I can do not to whimper.  

Pretty sure I know this feeling.  Pure, unadulterated lust.

I haven’t felt it in forever.  

Good thing too.  It almost ruined me.

I look up at Shawn.  He’s completely lost in the music, the corner of his mouth turned up into a small smile, despite everything.  

He looks down at me and winks.  

I feel my face get hot and my palms are slick.  He’s getting sweaty.  I immediately picture him bare-chested again and feel that familiar throbbing between my legs.  

Here it comes.  It’s official, I’m in lust with Shawn Kinney.  

Which means that I have to get the fuck out of here.  

Now.

Shawn

Aya has that perfect laugh.  Sweet, bright and genuine.  The kind of laugh I could listen to every day.  And there’s a smattering of freckles on her nose.  I’m such a sucker for freckles.  

Stop it.  You can’t be thinking like that, I tell myself.  You’re fresh off of a breakup.  You can’t want someone new just yet.  

Only, I definitely can.

Her eyes close.  Mine do too.  

It feels so good to be touched.  

To have a woman in my arms.  

To have Aya in my arms.

Fuck, I’ve got to let her go before I fall in love with her.

I had no idea what I was in for when I invited the mysterious blue-haired girl to my party.  

And I certainly didn’t expect this.