suddenly quiet and walks with his head down. He looks so lost and forlorn and my heart breaks for him. “Don't worry, your memory will probably come back soon, but in the meantime, you'll have to think of a name.”
He strokes his chin. “Nothing comes to mind.”
“How about Seal?”
He smirks. “You want to name me after a sea animal?”
I grin. “Why not? You were washed up on the beach like one. Anyway, there's a famous singer called Seal, though he's older than you.”
He blows out a big breath. “That's good considering I don't even know my age.”
“Well, I'm sixteen and you don't look much older than me, maybe a year or two. Anyway, it'll all come back to you in time.”
He shrugs. “I suppose I'll need a name until then, so you can call me Seal.”
“I love it. It suits you,” I say, and without thinking, I squeeze his bicep. Whoa! I suck in a sharp breath as electricity shoots through my fingers and into my chest. Seal stops walking and stares at me, a blush rising from his neck to his face. Crikey, did he feel it, too? Or did I embarrass him when I squeezed his arm? Far out! Why did I do that?
With red faces, we start walking again, and as we round the bend to my street, I point at the rickety old house where I live. “That's my home, so you'll be warm in no time.”
“Thanks, Eloise, I really appreciate you taking me in, especially considering you don't even know me. I don't know what would’ve happened if you hadn’t come along to help me.”
My pulse is racing. I can't believe I'm taking this beautiful boy home and I don't have to explain him to my parents, well for now anyway. Smiling, I escort Seal through my front gate, but as we walk up the driveway, my heart sinks. Tom is sitting on my porch with his feet up on the railing.
Chapter Five
My blood boiling, I stare at Tom. Why did he have to turn up now? After calling him a blobfish last night, I thought he'd never come back. Chewing my lip, I wonder how I'm going to explain Seal to him, but before I get a chance, he leaps over the railing and blocks our path.
“Who's the half-naked dude?” he says, eyeing Seal up and down. “Matthew McConaughey?”
I gulp. No way can I tell Tom the truth—he'll call a doctor just to get rid of him. I squeeze Seal's hand, signalling him to go along with my lie. Then I say the first thing that pops into my head. “Don't be rude, Tom. This is my cousin. We've just been down to the beach and he went for a swim.”
Tom raises a brow. “What, in this weather?”
Seal smiles. “I happen to like swimming in cold water.”
“Oh, I see .” Tom stares at Seal's toes. “It's a wonder you don't have webbed feet, too.”
“What exactly is your problem?” asks Seal, folding his arms across his bare chest.
I look at Tom, and then at Seal. Shoot. They don't even know each other, yet they're glaring at each other with pure hatred as if they've been enemies for eons. Unbelievable. My brain is spinning like a top. I have to think quickly and get Tom out of here before there's trouble. I shake my head. I don't want Seal taking off—he's not well enough, plus he's too hot to lose. But I don't want to antagonise Tom right now either. Smiling, I touch his arm, “Listen, Tom, Seal has just arrived and we have a lot to….”
He shakes my hand away. “You never told me you had a cousin, or that he was visiting. And where's the family resemblance? I don't see any.”
I glance at Seal. “We're second cousins. Anyway, not all relatives look alike.”
Tom's top lip curls into a snarl. “Cousins my arse.” Then he smirks at Seal. “Cute outfit, mate. What are you, a stripper?”
My pulse pumping in my ears, I point at the gate. “Tom, you'd better leave. I'm not having you insulting my relatives.”
His jaw drops. Then he grins, and before I know what's happening, he’s holding me in an embrace and kissing me hard on the lips. I try to pull away. “Stop it, Tom! What's the matter with you