the hunk

~sophie~

He's back.

I take a deep, cleansing breath and push my hands through my blond hair, scrutinizing my makeup. I don't wear much, and I'm certainly not as talented with it as my best friend, Addie, but it'll do. My green eyes are accentuated nicely, lips are pink, and heart is beating faster than ever .

"You've known him your whole life. It's not like he's new," I remind myself in the mirror. "You're just going over to say hi. It's no big deal."

I don't look convinced, so I narrow my eyes and lean in. "He's just an old friend. Suck it up, buttercup. besides he broke your heart remember so please stop the excitement "

Larry is my neighbor just to you know, Mia's older brother. Addie, Mia, and I grew up together, and I've been in love with Larry for as long as I can remember but wait I must to hate him for what he did to me back then. God, one look at him usually sends the giant birds in my stomach into overdrive. He's handsome-understatement of the year-and sweet and . . . damn.

no I'm ridiculous. don't him that your still in love with him, no way you must hate him.

hate him..

hate him...

hate him..

but wait he's hurt right now, so I must to forget a little bit from the past besides I'm not in love with him anymore, it's just that we are neighbor that's why I will show some sympathy, that's right only sympathy nothing else..

I shake my head at my reflection and turn away to grab my purse and set out to Larry's parents' place, where he's been staying since arriving home a few days ago. Larry was in the Navy since he graduated from college. He was a pilot, until an accident a few months ago that resulted in him ejecting from the plane.

I've never felt fear like I did the day we received the call that he'd been hurt. And the past few months of him being on the other side of the world have been torture. I could see him to make sure he was okay. He had to recover, then go through the process of being discharged from the Navy before he could come home.

Thank God he's back now. I gave him a couple of days to acclimate, but I just can't stay away anymore. I need to see him.

And I'm nervous as hell.

I park at the curb by his parents' house, gather my courage about me, and walk up the sidewalk to the front door, knocking with more conviction than I feel.

There isn't any movement in the house, making me frown. It's early enough in the day that he should be home.

I knock again, and just when I'm about to give up and leave, the door is yanked open and there he is.

Half-*****.

Hair rumpled.

Eyes blurry.

Did I mention that he's half freaking *****?

"What are you doing here?" he asks, his voice rough with sleep, snapping me out of my openmouthed stare.

"Were you still asleep?" I ask, squaring my shoulders and schooling my face to seem as though I see half-***** men every day.

Which I don't. Certainly not tall, dark-haired men with ice-blue eyes and olive skin and washboard abs.

Jesus.

"It's early," he mumbles, and scrubs his hand over his face. He's not asking me in. He doesn't look happy to see me.

He hasn't even hugged me, which probably isn't a bad thing considering that he's half-***** and I'd probably do something stupid like tackle him to the ground and molest him.

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