Garrett tilted his head toward me, dipping his lips toward my ear. “If he could let you go, he’s a fucking moron. Not worth the mud on your shoes. You are so much more than that.”
His words had me tingling inside, filling me with something indescribable. My mouth fell open but nothing came out. I was speechless. Garrett Bellows had rendered me completely mute.
Garrett pulled his keys out of his pocket and inclined his head towards the stairs. This guy could say more with his head movements than anyone I had ever seen. It was like a new form of stoner language; grunt and nod instead of talking.
“Are you asking me something?” I asked him snottily.
Garrett smiled at my attitude. He really did seem to get off on it. “You wanna get out of here? I get the feeling you’re crawling out of your skin,” he observed.
Did I want to leave with him? Would he expect me to have sex with him again? Because I was damn sure not going there. Been there, screwed that.
“We can just go and hang out. That’s it,” Garrett said, as though reading my mind.
Well…that did sound appealing. Because the last thing I wanted was to stand around and watch my friends get wasted and Damien mack on Jaz. I’d rather tear my fingernails off one at a time…slowly.
And being with Garrett right now seemed the lesser of two evils.
I looked back down at Maysie and the others. Gracie was now on top of a speaker, flashing the world her rainbow panties. I shook my head at her obliviousness.
“What about the others? Didn’t you drive them here?” I asked, not wanting to leave everyone without a ride even if I wanted to take off so badly I was willing to sacrifice a night with Garrett to make it happen. This place seriously sucked balls.
“I already warned them they’d have to cab it back. This place pretty much sucks balls,” Garrett stated and I let out a loud snort at his choice of words. Though it terrified me that our minds were operating on the same wavelength. That should have been a sign of the impending apocalypse.
“True that,” I agreed, snickering.
Garrett gave me a lopsided grin and motioned for me to head down the stairs. “Then let’s get the hell out of here,” he said.
I sent a quick text to my friends letting them know I had found a ride and would be home later. Then I promptly turned off my phone, not wanting the barrage of calls that would most likely ensue once they realized I had left.
Garrett unlocked the passenger side door of his van and held it open for me. I refused to feel all girlie about him playing the part of the gentleman. No tingles in my nether regions as he closed the door behind me after I had gotten inside.
Nope, no girlieness here.
“You mind coming over to my place for a while? I’d really like to chill out before the guys get back,” Garrett said and I swallowed around the lump that formed in my throat at the suggestion.
He wanted to go to his house. Where we had sex. And we’d be alone. Uh…
“Sure,” I found myself saying, surprising us both.
“Cool,” Garrett said and turned on the radio. There was no further conversation and I found that the silence wasn’t uncomfortable like I thought it would be.
Fifteen minutes later, Garrett was pulling off the main road and driving down the narrow, graveled path that led to his house. Parking in his driveway, he cut off the van. His house was set in the middle of the woods and the only light came from the moon overhead.
I looked around at the over grown trees and realized they’d be a great spot to bury my disemboweled body if Garrett turned out to be a serial killer.
“You coming?” Garrett asked from the front porch. A tree branch snapped off to my left, making me jump and I practically ran up to meet him.
Garrett looked at me as I tried to get my breathing under control. “I won’t let the forest monster get you, I promise,” he teased and I smacked his arm.