I’m actually going to kill him and dump his body in the middle of the Pacific Ocean, and I won’t feel an ounce of remorse.
“Max,” I grunt out, practically choking on the heat burning up my throat. “The guy you met yesterday, the one who helped you when you dropped your bag, did he tell you all of that, about me…watching—” I can’t even finish that sentence.
Her face clears, and she smiles sweetly, giving a light shrug, as she hitches her bag up her shoulder. “Can’t say I’ve met a Max.” Her lips innocently purse together.
She’s so met him. And she so knows I’ve been watching her. I should want to die from the horror of the embarrassment.
But I’ve realized one glaring fact. Even while knowing all about me stalker-watching her, she still wanted me to ask her out.
I want to marry her on the spot—or at the very least, get her naked and fuck her.
“Anyway, I have to run—”
“Wait, what?”
“I have to go,” she says on a smile, taking a small step away.
“No, wait. Go out with me. Right now. I’m not a serial killer, and I’m really not a stalker, honestly. I just liked watching you sketch—in the non-weirdest way possible.”
I give her my best smile, and she giggles.
“You know where I live. You’re safe with me. And I’ll take you anywhere you want to go. You name the place. Just…just say yes. You won’t regret it. I swear.”
And there’s the Adam Gunner I know. About fucking time he showed up.
A big smile pushes up her lips, and if I thought she was stunning before, she’s fucking resplendent now.
Heat starts in the center of my chest and quickly spreads throughout the rest of my body. Like hot air filling a balloon and rising up to the sky, she has me floating.
“I’ll let you know,” she says, taking another step away.
What?
That takes me back a step. I didn’t expect that response. It’s either yes or no usually. Well, actually, it’s never no.
A girl has never turned me down before.
“You’ll let me know?” I practically choke out the words.
“Yeah.” She smiles. “I’ll let you know.” Then, she turns and starts to walk away again.
But I’m not giving up that easily.
“And why can’t you say yes now?” I can feel my confidence starting to waver.
This never happens to me. She’s like my very own brand of kryptonite, and oddly, I like it—a lot.
Evie turns to face me but continues walking backward, that stunning smile still on her face. “Well, I figured one more day to wait wouldn’t hurt you, considering it’s taken you a week to ask me out.”
I’m pretty sure I just fell in love.
Well, it’s probably more like lust—big lust—but whatever. I have to have her—now.
I take a step toward her, following her. “I think you’re fucking amazing.”
Her smile gets wider, and she laughs, biting down on her bottom lip. “And I think you might be a little crazy. Oh, I forgot to give you this.”
Jogging back to me, she pulls her sketchpad from her bag. She opens it up and tears a page out. She shoves the sketchpad back in her bag and hands me the piece of paper. “I’ve been working on it all week. I think it’s finished.” She meets my stare, blinking those stunning whiskey-colored eyes of hers up at me.
My breath catches.
I have never wanted to kiss a girl more than I do her in this moment.
Taking a step back, she breaks the connection. She lifts a hand, her perfect fingers wiggling good-bye to me. “I’ll see you tomorrow. And it was nice to finally meet you, Adam.”
“Wait…I never told you my name.”
“I know.” She grins. “Max told me.” And on a cheeky wink, she turns and jogs up the beach, leaving me standing here.
I watch her for a long moment, unable to look away. Then, I finally tear my eyes off her, remembering the paper in my hand.
I turn it over and look at it.
It’s a drawing of my beach house from her vantage point on the rock. The sun is setting in the background, and I’m standing on the balcony, watching the artist who’s sketching me.