the steps to the porch. “He was my boyfriend, but not anymore. Come inside and get warm.”
Seal follows me. “Don't go anywhere near him again. He's dangerous.”
After unlocking the door, I scratch my head. What does he mean? I know Tom is only ever after one thing, but I never thought of him as dangerous. He's just a jerk, and now he's jealous of Seal. I know he shouldn't have forced me to kiss him, but Seal made the first aggressive move—I think. Now, I'm confused. I don't even know who Seal is, and yet I'm inviting him into my home. Crikey. What if he's the dangerous one?
As we go indoors, I look over my shoulder to make sure no one's watching me take a half-naked boy into my house. I can't see anyone, so I hurry inside and shut the door.
Seal arches a brow. “Aren't you going to lock it?”
“Of course.” I turn the deadlock and smile. “Would you like a hot shower to warm you up?”
“Sounds great, I'm freezing,” he says, fiddling with the door knob. “The screws need tightening on this lock. I'll fix it for you later.”
“Thanks.” I point down the hall. “The bathroom's over there. I'll get you some of my father's clothes. He's about the same size as you.”
He smiles. “Thank you, Eloise. You're sweet. I really appreciate you helping me, and I’m so grateful that you saved my life.”
My heart skips. I love the way he says my name. “You're welcome, Seal, and I'm so happy you're alive. Besides, I hate being in this old house on my own. It's creepy, especially when there's a storm like last night.”
He rubs his chin and his brows knit together like he's trying to remember where he was last night. Poor thing, I hope he gets his memory back soon. As I walk down the hall behind him, he suddenly turns around and we smack right into each other. My hands are on his bare chest and as I look into his bottomless blue eyes, a shock of static tickles my fingers and shoots up my arms. He brushes a stray curl from my forehead, then his gaze moves down to my mouth. I gulp. Is he going to kiss me?
Chapter 6
My pulse is pounding with hope as he parts his lips and leans over me. I tilt my head towards his sweet mouth, but instead of kissing me, he gently pushes me away. Then he walks into the bathroom and locks the door. Crap! My heart tumbles. What a tease. I'm thwarted, annoyed. I blow out a big breath. He obviously didn't feel what I did. Pouting, I trudge to my parents' bedroom to get him some clothes. I should give him the scruffiest ones I can find for that.
As I pass the mirror, I stare at myself and scowl. My hair is unruly and full of sand. I look like a dust mop. I should have known a hot guy like that wouldn't be interested in me. Ah, he’s probably into stick-thin models, not curvy brunettes. I smooth Mum's best face cream onto my cheeks and comb my hair into a high ponytail. There's no point expecting someone to like you if there's no chemistry. Maybe karma is getting me for not having chemistry with Tom.
Opening Dad's wardrobe, I peer in. Seal is about six-feet tall, the same height as my dad, though Seal is a lot more muscular. I grab a pair of blue jeans and hold them up. Wonderful. Dad hates tight clothes and wears them baggy, so these should fit Seal perfectly. I take a pair of boxer shorts, a singlet, and a blue V-neck jumper from the drawers, then on my way out, I pick up a pair of pyjamas and a robe from a pile of clean garments on the bed. Perfect.
The shower is still running, so I place the clothes in a neat pile outside the bathroom and tap on the door. “Hey, Seal, I'll leave you some clothes out here on the floor.”
“Okay, thank you,” he hollers.
Leaning against the wall, I try to picture him under the shower. Then I quiver all over as I recall how beautiful he looked when he woke up naked on the beach this morning. Far out! What is wrong with me? I really am turning into a teenage perv. Shaking myself, I trudge to the kitchen to make lunch.
After turning on