I have a confession to make. I know I'm a big time Team Eddie Chica, but with this fic, I'm torn. That's right readers, for the second time in my fic history (1st being with Summer of Salt), I am possibly...maybe...could be...Team Mike.I know, I KNOW, I'm betraying The Pretty! Or, ya know, the character he plays (same freakin' thaaang)! But you just...he's just...and then he...gah!
I can't help it man! Mike's just so dreamy in this story!!!!
"Are you sure you wanna drink that?" an unfamiliar voice asks, stopping me dead in my tracks.
I turn, and I am staring into the most beautiful blue eyes I've ever seen. They twinkle and are so alive—they are the type of eyes a girl could easily get lost in. Those baby blues are dreamy.
I have apparently gotten lost in those eyes, because Blue Eyes brings me back to the here and now. "Are you okay?"
"Um, yeah, fine. Um, why shouldn't I take this shot?" I question, my brain still a little fuzzy as I give my wrist holding the shot a little twist.
"Well, I know what that brown elixir does to me, and you're half, if not a third my size, so... Plus, it tastes like shit." Blue Eyes smirks.
My heart skips a beat, and I can't help but smile at him. He makes me want to smile—a lot.
"Liquid courage," I explain my voice small.
"Liquid courage, for what?" he asks, concern lacing his tone.
"Um, the costume contest. Apparently, I've been entered," I respond, bringing the shot glass closer to my mouth, remembering the reason I got it in the first place.
His hand reaches out and stops me. Warmth spreads out from where his hand touches. It's soothing, calming. It makes me feel as though I don't need the shot—almost.
"Since when does a beautiful cavewoman need liquid courage? From what I've heard, cavewomen can kick some serious ass," Blue Eyes teases.
I contemplate his words. I roll them around in my head, trying to think of some snarky, flirty response to go along with his. He's flirting with me, definitely flirting, and I don't want it to stop. I like it—a lot—probably more than I should.
Okay, deep breaths andd be flirty. I can do flirty.
"Well, it's true…I do have mad ass skills."
Wait, what?
My eyes widen as my brain catches up with my mouth. Shit, I didn't say I have mad ass kicking skills, like I intended. I said I have mad ass skills. Oh my God, I am so fucking embarrassed. I need another shot, now.
Recover, Swan, and cover up your stupid slip.
"Um, I have mad ass kicking skills, not mad ass skills…um…"
I lift my eyes to meet his, and when I do, there is amusement dancing in them, and his lips turn up into a delicious smile.
Blue Eyes' eyes roam up and down me, and then he tilts his head and totally checks out my ass.
His smile widens, and his eyes find mine again. "Well, I'd say you have mad skills in both the ass and ass-kicking areas—although I can only guess about the ass-kicking. I haven't seen those skills in action, but the mad ass skills? I can vouch that you most certainly do have skills in that certain area."
And the whole time I'm reading this shit, I'm picturing Ryan Gosling. I tell TeamEdwardAlways this, and ya know, she was too. Nice!
Ok, back to the plot: Edward is Bella's best friend, always has been. He never noticed her in High School when she used to have a mad crush on him, so now she is perfectly fine with just being his BFF.
Then Mike comes in *drip* and Edward gets slightly overprotective and dare I say, jealous?!
"Bella is just my best friend, and I promised I would look after her tonight, that's all," I easily admit.
"Well, if Hot Jane needed your protection, I don't think she would have handed you over to us so easily. Besides…" Jacob looks behind us to the bar. "I think she is handling herself just fine."
I turn my head and follow Jacob's gaze, and that's when I see Bella—and she's not alone.
I feel my muscles coil, my fists clench at my sides.
Who the fuck is that guy with her? I don't like the way he's looking at her. I don't like the way she's reacting to him. Why the fuck is he so close to her? Doesn't he know about fucking personal space? I knew I shouldn't leave her alone. As soon as I do, this creep descends upon her, preying on her vulnerability, her shyness, her naivety. I will do some serious damage to his pretty little face.
"Whoa there, Tarzalicious. Mike is harmless. He's a really good guy. Bella is in good hands," Jacob tries to reassure me.
Hands? She's in good hands? I'll fucking break his hands if he fucking touches her.
It's a slow burn, detailing the why and how these relationships come to the Prologue where Edward apparently confesses his love to Bella on her wedding day.
I am loving this, and honestly, I have no idea who I want her to end up with at this point. There is no 'Kissing Mike while thinking of Edward' moments, NO! It's all good! Edward's chance seems to have passed him by and at this point, Mike would have to really screw up or Edward would really have to fight to win Bella. I have no idea and I love being this curious! I yeah, sure the author's name might be a clue, but I still have hopes that Mikey might be the winner this time, so watch out Eddie!
Give it a read! You'll enjoy this good romance!
And I hope you like this blinkie. I really, really wanted to just find an excuse to use these two yummy men in the same one for a while now, so this is a dream for me :)
Enjoy!
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Talk about being stuck between a rock and a hard place!
ReplyDeleteI haven't read the story yet, but if I had to choose between Ryan and Rob, I'd probably explode.