Falling for Bentley (Part One) by Borris Shawnte

Author:Borris, Shawnte [Borris, Shawnte]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Falling for Bentley
Published: 2014-03-21T03:00:00+00:00

I DAMPENED MY hair and put some mousse in it to make it somewhat bouncy and curly. I added some mascara and lip-gloss and I was pretty much ready to go. I went to my closet and grabbed a pair of dark wash skinny jeans, a t-shirt, and my favorite sweatshirt before heading back downstairs to the living room where I last left Bentley.

“You ready to go?” I bounced off the last step.

Bentley turned the TV off and stood up, staring at me. “You look great.”

“Thanks. I’ll just grab my rubber boots from the back door then we can go.”

“Do you need me to grab your purse or something?” asked Bentley.

“Nah I’m good. I never carry a purse; those things are a pain in the ass. I just put my debit card and some cash in my back pocket and chap stick in this pocket,” I answered, as I tapped my front jean pocket.

Bentley opened his passenger door for me and offered me the seat belt. “I’d offer to put it around you, but that’s a little out of the friend code.”

“We wouldn’t want that.” I took the seat belt from him and clicked it into place as Bentley shut the truck door and walked around the hood to his side. The smell in Bentley’s truck was yummy, coconut maybe, and very clean.

“Where to?” Bentley asked while hopping in.

“I need to go to the hardware store and see if they have any barn paint.”

“Red, I’m assuming,” he said, putting on his own seat belt.

“Yes, but do you think the guys would mind if I got white as well so they could paint the trim? I don’t like how everything is either all red or all white.”

“Is white trim what you want?”

“Yes.”

“Then white trim is what you’ll get, Hales,” Bentley smiled as we drove away from the house.

“So, Bentley, tell me about yourself. Like what you did after high school?” As soon as I asked the question, I noticed his hands clenching the steering wheel. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to,” I said in a small voice.

He let out a breath before answering, “No, it’s okay. This is what friends do, right? They talk to each other, let each other know stuff, right?” He took a deep breath and began, “I got a football scholarship to the University of Texas in Austin.”

“Longhorn.”

“All the way, baby,” Bentley beamed. “I was accepted as a general defensive player, but I more or less played middle linebacker.”

“Rough spot to be in,” I cringed.

“Sometimes.”

“Did you get hurt often?”

“A separated shoulder once, and my knee makes a funny popping sound sometimes.”

“What did you take in college?” I probed, shifting towards him.

“I went for my bachelor of science in agricultural studies.”

“Wow.”

“Haley, you sound impressed, like a dumb jock can’t get an education,” he teased.

“Those are your words, not mine, Bentley,” he gave me a pained look. “That’s just a demanding course load. It must have been hard while playing football.”

“It was at times, but it paid off in the end.

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