The reason for my transfer was sitting beside me, driving us away in his
beat-up Honda. I looked over at him and smiled. Denny Harris. He was
beautiful. I know, it’s not the manliest way to describe a guy, but in my
head, it was the adjective I used most often and it fit him to a tee. He was
originally from a small town in Queensland, Australia, and a lifetime spent
in the water at that exotic locale had left him tan and muscular, but not in a
beefy kind of way. No, a more natural, proportioned, athletic way. He
wasn’t overly tall for a guy, but he was taller than me, even when I wore
heels, and that was enough. His hair was a dark, dark brown and he liked to
have it lightly styled into chunky, but orderly 3
pieces, which I loved to do for him and he adoringly let me, sighing and
complaining the whole while that he was just going to shave it off one day.
He loved it though.
His eyes were warm and a deep, dark brown and were currently turned in
my direction to sparkle at me. “Hey, babe. Not too much longer now, maybe
a couple of hours.” The way his accent slid over his words was curiously
intoxicating to me. It never ceased to bring me some small sliver of joy, as
weird as that was.
Luckily for me, Denny had an Aunt who, three years ago, had been offered
a position at Ohio University and moved over here. Denny, being the
sweetheart that he is, had decided to come with her, and help her get settled.
Having loved being in the States for a year back in high school, it didn’t
take him long to decide to transfer to Ohio U, which to my parents, up until
he had swept me away that is, made him the ideal candid-ate for my
affections. I sighed and hoped they got over this college thing quickly.
Thinking I was sighing at his statement, Denny added, “I know you’re tired,
Kiera. We’ll just be a minute at Pete’s and then we can go home and crash.”
I nodded and closed my eyes.
Pete’s was apparently the name of the popular bar where our new
roommate, Kellan Kyle, was a local rock star. Though we were heading off
to be his new permanent house guests, I didn’t know much about him. I
knew that while doing his junior year of high school abroad, Denny had