A babysitter. That’s all I am. But I have my own life to live. Dreams of going to the NFL. And this is a distraction I can’t afford to have.
Oh, and the person I have to keep an eye on is mouthy and slightly nuts. And she hates me. She pushes my buttons and makes me question my own sanity. But, goddamn, she’s sexy.
Her parents asked me to look after her. To make sure she doesn’t do anything reckless at college. Because since she changed with no explanation last year, she’s been a hellion. Not to mention, a major thorn in my side. I should have told them to find someone else.
But I couldn’t say no. I’ll never say no when it comes to Henley Hayes.
Because deep down, I want her. If I’m being completely honest here, she’s all I’ve wanted since the day I took my first breath. And when I get it in my head that I want something, I’ll stop at nothing until it’s mine.
So, challenge accepted. I know she won’t make it an easy task. After all, the last thing she wanted was to be followed to college, especially by me, her newly declared enemy. But, hey, if I have to do the grueling job of being her babysitter, I might as well reap the rewards too. She can only hate me for so long. And her time’s running out.
*This is a complete stand alone in the Brooks University series.
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Dear Henley,
This letter will likely never reach you. At least, not this Valentine’s Day anyway. Maybe years down the road, when I stop being a little bitch. But not right now… nope. It’s going to be stuffed in a place I know nobody will find it. Which is probably for the best because I sure as hell ain’t no writer. What sixteen-year-old dude sits at his desk in the middle of the night and writes love letters? This guy…apparently. But keeping all this inside… well it sucks ass. And watching some of my buddies this past week shop for jewelry, chocolate, and those annoyingly large teddy bears—you know the ones. They serve no purpose, they just take up an obnoxious amount of space, you’d want to throw it away but would feel too guilty… yeah, those. Anyway, seeing them brag about their Valentine’s Day plans, it makes me…grouchy. So I guess you could say I’ve been in a shit mood lately. What business to they have celebrating a day dedicated to love, when they don’t even have anything nearly as strong as what we have. They don’t feel the way that we do. Even if we’ve never kissed or talked about our feelings. I know what we have runs deep. And those other guys? All they care about is getting laid. They aren’t in for the end game. We are.
So, here goes nothing. I’ll put it all out here on the line. You won’t see these lame fucking words anyway, right? So, what could it hurt? Other than me feeling like a giant vagina right now.
I think you know by now that I love you. That I’ve loved you since before I even understood what love was. When we were kids, you in your dorky ass overalls, or your swim cap and those damn frog goggles your mom got you when you first started the swim team. You looked like a complete nerd. And I loved it. When you were seven, you wanted to be an archeologist. Your mom and dad bought you every damn dinosaur book there was, and you’d parade around in that outfit that made you look more like a safari guide. Dane made fun of you. So did the guys down the street. Did you know I threatened to punch them in the face later that day? I loved your safari outfit. Even if that isn’t what it was meant to be. I loved the way you put your dark blonde hair into two braids and carried around a book that weighed a good portion of your own weight. I knew then that you were mine. But I couldn’t act on it. Not yet. It wasn’t the right time. It never feels like it is the right time. But I know someday, it will.
People watch. They see us riding to school together every day. Or me waiting for you to get out of swim practice, and you wearing my jersey number on game day at school. And when we went to homecoming, and danced slow, but I never kissed you and you never kissed me. They don’t get us. They don’t understand. But that’s ok, they don’t have to. I know that one day, we’ll cross that line and never look back. And it’ll be worth the wait.
You will be worth the wait.
I’m not scared of rejection. Because deep down I know you feel the same way I do. But I’m scared of losing my best friend. What if I mess it up? I can’t imagine not having you in my life anymore. You make everything better, Henley. And at the age of sixteen, I know with everything I am that you were made for me. Or maybe I was made for you. That’s probably why we were born on the same day, too. So that we never had to be apart.
Soon, Henley. Soon I will stop being a pansy and I’ll grab you, cup your cheeks and kiss you dizzy. I promise, I’ll do a lot more than that. But that’s a good start. So wait for me, beautiful girl. I promise, I’m waiting for you too.
Love,
Weston
P.s probably going to burn this so my dumbass brother doesn’t find it and make fun of me.
P.s.s on the second thought, who gives a shit what he says?
Hannah Gray spends her days in vacationland, living in a small, quaint town on the coast of Maine. She is an avid reader of contemporary romance and is always in competition with herself to read more books every year.
During the day, she loves on her three perfect-to-her daughters and tries to be the best mom she can be. But once she tucks them in at night–okay, scratch that. Once they fall asleep next to her in her bed–because their bedrooms apparently have monsters in them–she dives into her own fantasy world, staying awake well into the late-night hours, typing away stories about her characters. As much as she loves being a wife and mom–and she certainly does love it–reading and writing are her outlet, giving her a place to travel far away while still physically being with her family.
She married her better half in 2013, and he’s been putting up with her craziness every day since. As her anchor, he’s her one constant in this insane, forever-changing world.
