| Complete | REWRITING + ROUGH DRAFT | Riley Greene was all set for her summer vacation with her college boyfriend, Kevin. With her bags packed and passport ready, she was excited to go sight-seeing through Hawaii. All her plans came crashing down w...
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I bent down to catch my breath after the most intense run of my life. Instead of running around the block, Joey had me circling, kneeling, and doing shit I've never done before. I don't know what is going on in his head and why he just made me actually . . . work out.
"Angel, that was nothing," Joey said confidentially, probably not even out of breath.
I gasped. "Says the guy that's incredibly in shape?"
He arched his eyebrow. "Can't believe you actually gave me a compliment without saying anything smart," he said with a smile.
I cupped my hands against my stomach, slowly breathing the morning air into my lungs. I playfully rolled my eyes at him. "I always give compliments!"
"Oh, yeah? I don't recall." He said.
"That's on you!"
He bit his lip with a smile. "Come on. Compliment me. Let's see if it hurts you as bad as you think."
I hesitated.
I tried biting down on my inner cheek to stop smiling. "Well, y-you already know you're attractive. I won't deny that I guess."
He lifted his eyes in my direction. "Just tell me you think I'm attractive. No need for the other stuff." I took a while to reply, and he impatiently said, "What are you waiting for?"
I pursed my lips, scrunching them together in playful annoyance. I'm not about to boost his ego even more. "I think—" I laughed before speaking again. "Race you to the house?"
I don't know why I even said that because I don't feel like running. I ran at almost full speed up the street while Joey trailed behind me. When I almost beat him, he grabbed onto my hand and yanked me back into his arms. My eyes landed on his chest, slowly rising to his eyes. His warm skin felt so good pressed against mine. He gently held me in his arms while studying my face. I couldn't help but rest my eyes on his perfect lips, wanting to taste them once again. My body temperature felt like it was a hundred degrees hotter.
I cleared my throat and gently pushed myself away from his chest. "Uh, how was your night?"
The tension grew awkward. "Can I have your number? Just like if we ever want to talk . . . I can just text you?" Joey asked.
I laughed at an awkward attempt to get my number. I added my number to his phone while he did the same. I'm not sure if that's a smart idea, but texts don't hurt anyone.
Joey spoke, "Can I show you something later? It's harmless, I promise."
I looked away. "I, uh, have a date tonight." I grit my teeth. Maybe if I give Chris a chance, I'll stop thinking of Joey. I know it's nothing but lust, but I can't stop it. He's slowly growing on me, and if he can sleep around, then I can go on dates. Chris seemed like a nice guy, and he's been sending me sweet text messages every time I wake up.
