The Hazards of Mistletoe
The Hazards of Mistletoe (Hazards #4)(35)
Author: Alyssa Rose Ivy
I smiled. “I guess you do keep your promises.”
“Always,” he whispered against my ear. “Always and forever.”
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The Hazards of Sex on the Beach
Alyssa Rose Ivy
Book Description:
One broken heart, one drink too many, one steamy night in the sand…
No one warns you about the dangers of drinking with a broken heart. At least no one warned me. I never imagined I’d fall for a musician, especially not one like Chase, but then again I never expected to have my heart broken into a million pieces by the frat guy I thought was the love of my life.
Sometimes it’s the rash decisions, like hooking up in the sand, that lead you to the best places—the kinds of places where it’s possible to let yourself fall in love again.
Chapter One
It all started with a drink. Okay, really it all started with me telling my boyfriend to go to hell, but I don’t want to start there. I’d rather start with the part involving sex.
“I’d be careful with that stuff.” A guy in a blazer and jeans gestured to my plastic cup. “You never know how much alcohol is in there.”
“I’ve had plenty of vat drinks before. I can handle it.” I sipped the drink, turning away from the guy. The only reason I was at the stupid house party was because my high school best friend dragged me. She thought I needed to stop feeling sorry for myself. She was probably right, but when you find out your boyfriend’s been hooking up with his ex the whole time you’ve been together, it’s alright to feel sorry for yourself, isn’t it?
“Okay, just saying.” Blazer guy sipped a beer and nodded at me.
I gulped down more of the sweet beverage. I could taste the alcohol, which meant that blazer’s warning was probably spot on. “What am I even doing here?”
“I don’t know… I don’t even know you.”
“What?” I turned back and blazer was still standing there. “I wasn’t talking to you.”
“Oh, so you’re one of those Bluetooth people then?” He straightened, and I realized he was taller than I originally estimated.
“Huh?”
He shook his head. “You know. The people who have the wireless headsets in and always sound like they’re talking to themselves.”
“Oh. Yeah.”
“I was kidding. I could tell you were actually talking to yourself.”
Wow. Awkward. I took another big sip. “Yeah.”
“Does that stuff even taste like anything? They have a better bar set up downstairs.”
“It’s too crowded down there.” I’d brushed past the swarms of people and found the roof as soon as my friend, Gabriella, found some guy she liked. There was a couple making out, but otherwise the rooftop patio was empty. I looked down at the vacant boardwalk below as the last rays of sunlight disappeared over the ocean.
“I agree. That’s why I’m up here.”
I looked at the guy again. Despite his unfortunate taste in clothing, he was actually kind of cute. Not my usual type, but then again, a member of my type had taken my virginity, half of my college years, and torn my heart into shreds. Besides, talking to a guy couldn’t hurt. “Are you from here?”
“Nope. You?”
“No, a few hours away. My friend dragged me down to stay with a few of her college friends.”
“Cool.” He finished his beer and set it down. “So, what’s the verdict? Should I try it?”
“The vat? Sure, it’s decent.”
He reached around me and filled a cup. “If it’s gross, I’m blaming you.”
“Pressure.”
He cracked a smile before bringing the red cup to his lips. “Decent. You’re okay.”
“What would have happened if it tasted awful?” I leaned back against the wall.
“Nothing, I guess. I would have just given you a hard time.”
“Aren’t you doing that anyway?” And like that, my flirting instincts kicked back in. They weren’t gone even after years of letting them rust while dating Aaron. I polished off the first cup and filled another.
“What? This?” He shook his head. “This isn’t giving you a hard time.”
“Then what is it?” I turned my head slightly, offsetting my blonde, somewhat curly hair.
“It’s making conversation with a beautiful girl I have no clue how to talk to.”
I couldn’t hold back the smile that begged to come out. “Oh yeah? I’m a beautiful girl?”
“I think you already know that.” He took a seat on the cement floor. I still couldn’t believe Gabriella was friends with someone who had a house right on the beach like this—or rather who had parents that did.
I shrugged, deciding to take a seat next to him. “I don’t know about beautiful, maybe pretty.”
“No, it’s definitely beautiful.” He smiled and looked out at the ocean. In the growing darkness, you couldn’t see much, but the size and scope of the water was still clear.
“Well, you’re hot.”
He turned back toward me. “Hot?”
“Is there something wrong with that word choice?” I took another sip.
“No. Not at all.” He held up his empty cup. “Want one more?”
If I’d been with Aaron, he probably would have cut me off, but Aaron wasn’t there to tell me what to do anymore. “I’d love one.”
Three cups and a few hours later, I’d learned a lot about Blazer. I knew he liked action movies, espresso, and wanted a pet. I still didn’t know his name, but that detail didn’t seem to matter.