Exclusive Excerpt from Fancy Love
by A.F. Zoelle
At the sound of Jules’s cheery greeting, I turned around to face him. My initial response died on my tongue when I saw that he wasn’t alone. Rune was with him, looking like sin itself in a dark gray suit, black shirt, and silver jacquard tie with purple, blue, and red flourishes. In black-rimmed glasses, he resembled a sexy professor I desperately wanted to teach me a lesson.
It was almost impossible to tear my gaze away from Rune, but I forced myself to focus on Jules. I was proud I managed to squeak out the word “Hi,” when inside I was losing my shite over Rune being there with his brother.
Jules was kind enough not to laugh at my response. “How’s it going?”
“Uh, good? Yeah, good. Good is good. Great, actually. Right?” Fantastic, I sounded like an idiot in front of Rune again.
“Right,” Jules agreed, amusement lacing his tone. “I’ll go bug Xander now, so I’ll see you around.”
My heart leapt into my throat when I realized he was leaving me alone with Rune. I dared to glance up at him through lowered lashes, causing my pulse to skyrocket at how beautiful he was. How was it possible for one person to be that attractive? God, and he smelled so fucking good. Was there an aphrodisiac in his cologne? It made me want to lick his neck to see if he tasted as good as he smelled. Where did those weird thoughts keep coming from?
I knew I needed to speak so I didn’t come off as a total gobshite. If I had been outgoing like my brother, it would have been easy to say, “It’s great to see you again. Are you doing well?” Instead, all I got out was a breathy “Um, hi? Again. Hi. Hello. Hi again.”
The corners of his mouth quirked up at my pathetic attempt at greeting him. His voice was smooth as silk as he replied, “Hello, Callum.”
I hadn’t known my name could be sexy until I heard Rune say it. The sound of it on his lips sent shivers through me. It made it exceedingly hard to respond, but I valiantly fought against my ineptitude. “How have you been?” I applauded myself for getting out a complete sentence. It was a serious triumph in the face of his good looks.
“It’s been brought to my attention that I’ve been a shitty friend.” He carded his fingers through his hair, making me feel faint. “I owe you yet another apology.”
“Huh?” I cleared my throat and tried again for a better response. “What? Why?” Oh well, so much for those complete sentences. They were overrated, anyway.