“Hi, I’m Shay,” I offered and leaned in for the customary kiss on the check, but he just nodded and closed his eyes and went back into his trance with the music as if he didn’t even hear me. Dick. Still, I was intrigued. I studied him for a moment while McKenzie and Pope chatted closely about something that seemed to be none of my business.
I took that opportunity to check Jared out more. And the more I saw, the more I liked. His body was jerking ever so slightly to the beat of the music and the way he had his eyes closed and was so into it was incredibly sexy. This guy is fucking hot. His white V-neck shirt and worn jeans made him look just the right amount of casual, but you could tell those jeans weren’t worn from years of hard manual labor like the guys back home. They were the kind of worn that you pay big money for at some designer store. And his tan against his white shirt was so dark and sexy. His body lean and toned. I bet he surfs. His 5 o’clock shadow was not there because he forgot to shave. Nope, this guy strategically planned this look and knew how to maintain it. His hair was a dark and spiky mess on top, and I notice he had a half sleeve tattoo on each arm that ended at his elbows. Damn, I would kill to see him naked.