The Smirking Jerk (Blake's POV)

Chapter 26

Chapter 26

As a general rule, usually you could not shut up Lexi Grayson. She talked fast and she talked a lot.

Especially with me, she seemed to have predisposition at jumping on every opportunity to shot something back at me.

Not right now though.

Lexi Grayson was speechless.

Actually, Lexi Grayson wasn't moving. She was just standing by the door, gapping like a fish out of the water.

It was quite an hilarious scene.

"You should see your face right now," I told her, laughing because I just couldn't help myself.

Lexi ignored me, and just tried to shush me with her hand.

But she was moving now.

She walked into the room, taking it in.

Wall to wall covered with vinyl records.

My father had quite the impressive collection.

She had sparks in her eyes.

If she ever looked at me the way she was looking at my father's collection, I could die happy.

"Was enduring me worth it now?" I asked her, leaning against one of the shelves, looking at her with a smile.

"Yes! Yes, yes, YES," she squealed and literally started to jump up and down.

Had I known I could make my Pumpkin this happy, I would have gotten her in that room much sooner.

"My dad puts them in alphabetical order with the artist name," I started to explain to her, "you can pick from everything, except the ones behind the glass that is."

My father liked having such a big collection, but once he'd put a record on the shelves that meant he was kind of done listening to it, aside from the ones he kept locked. Everything else was fair game. I was pretty sure he wouldn't even notice the ones missing.

And anyway he had two or three copies of each records in here.

Lexi nodded at me, and then kept spinning around on her self, looking seriously overwhelmed.

It took all of my self restraint to not just walk up behind her and wrap my arms around her. Well, that wasn't exactly anything new. I always used all of my self restraint to keep from hugging that girl.

Instead, I came to stand beside her and said, "you look lost Pumpkin."

"Well there's a lot of choice," she answered in a whisper, like she was in a library and shouldn't be disturbing anyone, or like she was somewhere she shouldn't be and didn't want to get caught.

She needed to stop being this cute, it did nothing good for my heart.

"Let me help you. You still want that Billy Holiday one and Frank Sinatra's?" I asked and headed to the right spot grabbing the Billie Holiday one.

"Yeah," she answered, making a little sheepish face, like she felt bad for asking me.

Her whole attitude was so different from how she usually acted that it felt very weird.

But like, not in a bad way. In a really, really good way.

I grabbed the Sinatra vinyl from the shelves and asked, "Okay and then? What else?"

She took a few steps closer to me, and asked in a small voice, "You have any suggestion?"

She was looking at me with happy and hopeful eyes and I was once again reminded that this girl own my heart completely.