Naomi inwardly refuted Dezember's statements that she caught nearly as many eyes when they arrived, but the one outward show she had was the blush when Dezember acknowledged that the approaching male was definitely not approaching Dezember. That didn't make any sense to Naomi. She didn't think she was unattractive. She was quite proud of her curly coily hair and her eyes were pretty nice, and she admired her own lips from time to time. But the truth of the matter was that Dez was the eye candy between the two of them. Naomi was just the cute sidekick.
Before she could get a word in, Dezember was excusing herself and Naomi's eyes widened, possibly comically. They morphed into a glare at Dez obviously ignoring it, grabbing a beer, and she was very much about offer a hiss to her so-called best friend when tall, dark and gorgeous was suddenly there and her mouth felt dry. She wet her lower lip subtly with the tip of her tongue, already thinking of some kind of payback for Dezember when she got her hands on the brunette. Maybe she wouldn't make the girl's favorite dish like she typically did on Mondays? Maybe play the one song Dezember hated early tomorrow and put it on repeat? She was going to find something, but at the moment, his mouth moved and well, he really did have a nice face.
This Raven guy was definitely smooth and damn him for making that a combination with his good lucks for Naomi's cheeks felt like fire. Like with everyone who complimented her, Naomi's eyes cast downward, only for a second. It was too much of a habit of hers since her grandmother drilled it in her head not to seem too conceited when someone offered a compliment. Besides, he was obviously just trying to spit game. He didn't mean it. Yet and still, she couldn't be rude and well, with eyes like that, there was no way she couldn't offer some response. "Um, hi." Okay, that was not the response she wanted to give. Can you sound any more like a five year old? Her mind berated her and a second later, trying to say it coolly, she replied, "I-I mean...th-thanks...and we're going to ignore me sounding like a spazz in three...two...one." She had to give herself that countdown, feeling even more embarrassed before turning to Raven a direct stare, eyeing his attire. "I'm Naomi, nice to meet you. No costume?"
Before she could get a word in, Dezember was excusing herself and Naomi's eyes widened, possibly comically. They morphed into a glare at Dez obviously ignoring it, grabbing a beer, and she was very much about offer a hiss to her so-called best friend when tall, dark and gorgeous was suddenly there and her mouth felt dry. She wet her lower lip subtly with the tip of her tongue, already thinking of some kind of payback for Dezember when she got her hands on the brunette. Maybe she wouldn't make the girl's favorite dish like she typically did on Mondays? Maybe play the one song Dezember hated early tomorrow and put it on repeat? She was going to find something, but at the moment, his mouth moved and well, he really did have a nice face.
This Raven guy was definitely smooth and damn him for making that a combination with his good lucks for Naomi's cheeks felt like fire. Like with everyone who complimented her, Naomi's eyes cast downward, only for a second. It was too much of a habit of hers since her grandmother drilled it in her head not to seem too conceited when someone offered a compliment. Besides, he was obviously just trying to spit game. He didn't mean it. Yet and still, she couldn't be rude and well, with eyes like that, there was no way she couldn't offer some response. "Um, hi." Okay, that was not the response she wanted to give. Can you sound any more like a five year old? Her mind berated her and a second later, trying to say it coolly, she replied, "I-I mean...th-thanks...and we're going to ignore me sounding like a spazz in three...two...one." She had to give herself that countdown, feeling even more embarrassed before turning to Raven a direct stare, eyeing his attire. "I'm Naomi, nice to meet you. No costume?"
Surprisingly, Raven wasn't drawn to the obviously more confident of the two women that he had been approaching. Again, both girls were definitely something to look at, but Nate couldn't even deny that he was a bit elated at Raven's choice. She was a cute little thing and he was interested in just messing with her, seeing that it was easy to get the girl riled up. That and the fact that his brother couldn't seem to take his eyes off of her had Nate chuckling a bit to himself, amused. Yep, he was definitely going to keep that in the back of his mind to tease Raven about later.
Yet and still, his eyes sought out her friend, who had dismissed herself from the duo at the bar. While they were still across the space, Nate had concentrated enough to hear when she purposefully left her friend alone and even could hear Naomi's heart pick up its tempo when Raven approached her. But his mind vividly followed her friend, watching the small smirk form on her delectable-looking lips. She didn't go out to her car as she had told her friend, simply disappeared into the crowd until she was in the midst of writhing bodies. Mind set, Nathaniel slid to his feet, ignoring the slight whine from Kate. "Well, ladies, it's been fun," he said and was set to walk away, but Kate was on her feet as well and grabbed a hold of his arm. Rolling his eyes and actually contemplating hurling her back down on the sofa, he grasped the redhead's arm tightly in his grasp and demanded her eye contact. "Do me a favor and have fun with your friends tonight and when you wake up tomorrow morning, you'll be in some guy who's not your fiancée's bed," he told her, keeping the ever charming smirk on his face. She nodded happily before chatting with her girls, who all squealed. But Nate wasn't paying attention. His gaze was slowly on the girl whose name he was going to get before the night was over.
Strolling over to her, he allowed a small smirk to form on his face. She didn't seem like her friend, who was possibly meek. There was probably more to the other girl and he was probably not giving her enough credit, but the one before him radiated unflinching confidence. And Nate always found that attractive in his women. It would be easy to write off this draw to her as hunger since he could go through more than one person a night and did not drink the first person dry, but even he could tell this was more. However, he wasn't the type to overthink it and instead, offered her a greeting, "Not many can pull of beautiful and classy on a night meant for unnecessary debauchery, but I'm guessing you're not just any kind of girl." He extended a hand to her, a glint in his eyes. "The name's Nate. Yours?"
Yet and still, his eyes sought out her friend, who had dismissed herself from the duo at the bar. While they were still across the space, Nate had concentrated enough to hear when she purposefully left her friend alone and even could hear Naomi's heart pick up its tempo when Raven approached her. But his mind vividly followed her friend, watching the small smirk form on her delectable-looking lips. She didn't go out to her car as she had told her friend, simply disappeared into the crowd until she was in the midst of writhing bodies. Mind set, Nathaniel slid to his feet, ignoring the slight whine from Kate. "Well, ladies, it's been fun," he said and was set to walk away, but Kate was on her feet as well and grabbed a hold of his arm. Rolling his eyes and actually contemplating hurling her back down on the sofa, he grasped the redhead's arm tightly in his grasp and demanded her eye contact. "Do me a favor and have fun with your friends tonight and when you wake up tomorrow morning, you'll be in some guy who's not your fiancée's bed," he told her, keeping the ever charming smirk on his face. She nodded happily before chatting with her girls, who all squealed. But Nate wasn't paying attention. His gaze was slowly on the girl whose name he was going to get before the night was over.
Strolling over to her, he allowed a small smirk to form on his face. She didn't seem like her friend, who was possibly meek. There was probably more to the other girl and he was probably not giving her enough credit, but the one before him radiated unflinching confidence. And Nate always found that attractive in his women. It would be easy to write off this draw to her as hunger since he could go through more than one person a night and did not drink the first person dry, but even he could tell this was more. However, he wasn't the type to overthink it and instead, offered her a greeting, "Not many can pull of beautiful and classy on a night meant for unnecessary debauchery, but I'm guessing you're not just any kind of girl." He extended a hand to her, a glint in his eyes. "The name's Nate. Yours?"