Chapter Seven
I blinked up at him in surprise.
“What are wewe doing here?” I asked sharply.
He offered me a small smile, his eyes roaming up and down my body. I frowned and crossed my arms over my chest, very self conscious about what I was wearing. I mean, come on. I didn’t know the hottest guy I had ever seen was going to onyesha up on my front porch. I wasn’t looking my best. What was I wearing, wewe ask? An old sleeveless tee-shirt and short denim cutoffs. Yeah. But I didn’t have that daisy Duke effect… No if anything, I looked horrible. I glanced down at myself and almost groaned. Yup. There was dirt and nyasi stains as well. I had to bit my lip to stop from moaning. Why? Why did this have to happen to me?
“Your mom called me. alisema it had to do something with a wolf?”
I flinched. So that’s why she had made such a hasty escape upstairs.
“Wolf? No, there were no Mbwa mwitu loups here. There was a dog inayofuata door…” I trailed off and finally looked him in the eye.
His green eyes darkened.
“Really? Nothing was here?”
“Really, really. My mom has a big imagination.”
Rafe leaned against the porch railing, and crossed his arms over his chest. I swallowed hard as his muscles bulged.
“ Uh, would wewe like to come in?” I stuttered.
He grinned, his dimples flashing.
“ Actually I have plans.”
My moyo dropped. What was I thinking? He probably had a hot tarehe au something.
“Oh, um. Right. Well have a good night. And thanks for coming over. Sorry Mom bothered you.” I gave him a small smile and started to shut the door. His forearm hit the door with a thump, stopping it from closing. I looked up in surprise. My moyo started to pound once I realized how close his face was to mine.
“ wewe didn’t let me finish, Shayda.”
A slow smile curved his full lips. I blinked again at how close we were. His arm that wasn’t leaning on the door came up and tugged gently on a strand of loose hair, hanging down from my gppony, pony tail.
“Oh…” I breathed.
“ You’re invited too.” His green eyes sparkled down at me.
“ I’m invited?” I repeated. “ Invited to what?”
His grin grew bigger.
“ You’ll see. Just come with me.”
I looked down at what I was wearing.
“Do I have time to change?”
He chuckled and traced his knuckles across my cheek.
My eyes sprang wide open as my cheek tingled from the contact.
“ No, believe me. You’re dressed perfectly.”
“I look horrible!” I protested.
He shook his head. “ wewe could never look horrible. Just trust me on this one, Shayda. Go ask your mom. Ill be waiting in the truck.” His fingertips slid across my cheek once more, causing my knees to go weak.
I turned and practically ran up the stairs. I was really excited, but at the same time, I wondered what I was getting myself into…
I blinked up at him in surprise.
“What are wewe doing here?” I asked sharply.
He offered me a small smile, his eyes roaming up and down my body. I frowned and crossed my arms over my chest, very self conscious about what I was wearing. I mean, come on. I didn’t know the hottest guy I had ever seen was going to onyesha up on my front porch. I wasn’t looking my best. What was I wearing, wewe ask? An old sleeveless tee-shirt and short denim cutoffs. Yeah. But I didn’t have that daisy Duke effect… No if anything, I looked horrible. I glanced down at myself and almost groaned. Yup. There was dirt and nyasi stains as well. I had to bit my lip to stop from moaning. Why? Why did this have to happen to me?
“Your mom called me. alisema it had to do something with a wolf?”
I flinched. So that’s why she had made such a hasty escape upstairs.
“Wolf? No, there were no Mbwa mwitu loups here. There was a dog inayofuata door…” I trailed off and finally looked him in the eye.
His green eyes darkened.
“Really? Nothing was here?”
“Really, really. My mom has a big imagination.”
Rafe leaned against the porch railing, and crossed his arms over his chest. I swallowed hard as his muscles bulged.
“ Uh, would wewe like to come in?” I stuttered.
He grinned, his dimples flashing.
“ Actually I have plans.”
My moyo dropped. What was I thinking? He probably had a hot tarehe au something.
“Oh, um. Right. Well have a good night. And thanks for coming over. Sorry Mom bothered you.” I gave him a small smile and started to shut the door. His forearm hit the door with a thump, stopping it from closing. I looked up in surprise. My moyo started to pound once I realized how close his face was to mine.
“ wewe didn’t let me finish, Shayda.”
A slow smile curved his full lips. I blinked again at how close we were. His arm that wasn’t leaning on the door came up and tugged gently on a strand of loose hair, hanging down from my gppony, pony tail.
“Oh…” I breathed.
“ You’re invited too.” His green eyes sparkled down at me.
“ I’m invited?” I repeated. “ Invited to what?”
His grin grew bigger.
“ You’ll see. Just come with me.”
I looked down at what I was wearing.
“Do I have time to change?”
He chuckled and traced his knuckles across my cheek.
My eyes sprang wide open as my cheek tingled from the contact.
“ No, believe me. You’re dressed perfectly.”
“I look horrible!” I protested.
He shook his head. “ wewe could never look horrible. Just trust me on this one, Shayda. Go ask your mom. Ill be waiting in the truck.” His fingertips slid across my cheek once more, causing my knees to go weak.
I turned and practically ran up the stairs. I was really excited, but at the same time, I wondered what I was getting myself into…
