shut me inside. He moves with grace around the front of the car and takes long strides to shorten the time to get to the driver’s seat.
Once he’s comfortable, I turn to him. “So?”
He laughs and his eyes scrunch from his wide grin. “So?” he mocks.
I try again. “Where are we going?”
He shakes his head. “Don’t you like surprises?”
“Not really.” I run my fingers through my hair. “I’m more of a straightforward kind of girl.”
He tilts his head down as he twists to look at me. “Not about everything ,” he says as he backs down the driveway.
The tires of his car squeal as they make contact with the road.
Where the hell does he get off? I barely know him. Of course I’m going to keep things from him. “What’s that supposed to mean?” I demand.
He shrugs and keeps his cool. “I’m just saying, you keep secrets, like Masterson for example.”
My arms instinctively cross in front of my chest at the mention of his name and the betrayal of my feelings. “Let’s not talk about him.”
This is not how I pictured this date going. I want to get over Stew, not keep dragging out his name. We ride in silence, and Rick stares straight ahead, like he doesn’t want to talk about Stewart, either. After a few minutes, I catch him staring at me, and I quickly look away.
He sighs. “Look, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to piss you off. Not another word about him. Forgive me?”
Not really, but I don’t want a long, drawn-out argument over why I don’t want to talk about Stew and my secrets.
“Yeah, fine.” I need a subject change. Quick. “So where are we going?”
His body relaxes, like he’s glad we’ve changed topics, too. “Can I surprise you just this once?”
To lighten the mood because I feel a little bad for snapping at him, I joke, “Okay, just this once.” I grin before I crank his stereo up.
He slips his sleek sports car into an open space at Easton Mall, and I can’t help but to let out a little groan. This is the last place I want to see any more of.
He chuckles as he takes in the look on my face. “Yeah, the mall isn’t really my scene either, but I thought we could catch a movie or something. Your mom told me about your all day shopping trip.”
I roll my eyes. “Yeah. Alllllllll day.” He shakes his head and places his hand on his door handle. “Anything in particular you want to see?” I ask, while I open my door.
“Wait!” He scrambles out of the car and runs to my door. “Let me get that for you.”
Who says chivalry is dead? “Thanks.”
His hand naturally meets mine, and we interlock fingers. The warm skin against mine sends waves of pleasure throughout my entire body. This is nice, someone liking me—wanting to be seen with me. In public.
Rick opens the door into the building for me and then immediately relocks our hands. “You look beautiful, by the way. I like the new look.”
“Thanks, but I feel kind of silly, actually. My sister played Barbie makeover with me today.”
He smiles. “Well, I think you’d look great no matter what you wore. Hell, even in a moo-moo would probably turn me on.”
I giggle. “A moo-moo?”
Rick shrugs. “You know those old night gown looking dresses old ladies wear.”
I shake my head. “I know what they are. I just can’t believe you do.”
The smell of popcorn is overwhelming as we step inside the movie theater. He leads me to the counter. “What do you think? Comedy? Romance? Action? Horror?”
I shrug. “Doesn’t matter. You choose.”
He rubs his chin and studies the board. “Wow. Nothing like adding pressure on a first date.”
“This isn’t our first date.”
He smirks. “No?”
I shake my head. “No.”
He turns to face me—both of my hands in his while he gazes into my eyes. “Care to enlighten me, Miss Sugarman?”
I roll my eyes. “Uh, the diner.”
Light pours into his eyes, like he remembers that day. “You said that wasn’t a date.”
Right. I did say
Once he’s comfortable, I turn to him. “So?”
He laughs and his eyes scrunch from his wide grin. “So?” he mocks.
I try again. “Where are we going?”
He shakes his head. “Don’t you like surprises?”
“Not really.” I run my fingers through my hair. “I’m more of a straightforward kind of girl.”
He tilts his head down as he twists to look at me. “Not about everything ,” he says as he backs down the driveway.
The tires of his car squeal as they make contact with the road.
Where the hell does he get off? I barely know him. Of course I’m going to keep things from him. “What’s that supposed to mean?” I demand.
He shrugs and keeps his cool. “I’m just saying, you keep secrets, like Masterson for example.”
My arms instinctively cross in front of my chest at the mention of his name and the betrayal of my feelings. “Let’s not talk about him.”
This is not how I pictured this date going. I want to get over Stew, not keep dragging out his name. We ride in silence, and Rick stares straight ahead, like he doesn’t want to talk about Stewart, either. After a few minutes, I catch him staring at me, and I quickly look away.
He sighs. “Look, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to piss you off. Not another word about him. Forgive me?”
Not really, but I don’t want a long, drawn-out argument over why I don’t want to talk about Stew and my secrets.
“Yeah, fine.” I need a subject change. Quick. “So where are we going?”
His body relaxes, like he’s glad we’ve changed topics, too. “Can I surprise you just this once?”
To lighten the mood because I feel a little bad for snapping at him, I joke, “Okay, just this once.” I grin before I crank his stereo up.
He slips his sleek sports car into an open space at Easton Mall, and I can’t help but to let out a little groan. This is the last place I want to see any more of.
He chuckles as he takes in the look on my face. “Yeah, the mall isn’t really my scene either, but I thought we could catch a movie or something. Your mom told me about your all day shopping trip.”
I roll my eyes. “Yeah. Alllllllll day.” He shakes his head and places his hand on his door handle. “Anything in particular you want to see?” I ask, while I open my door.
“Wait!” He scrambles out of the car and runs to my door. “Let me get that for you.”
Who says chivalry is dead? “Thanks.”
His hand naturally meets mine, and we interlock fingers. The warm skin against mine sends waves of pleasure throughout my entire body. This is nice, someone liking me—wanting to be seen with me. In public.
Rick opens the door into the building for me and then immediately relocks our hands. “You look beautiful, by the way. I like the new look.”
“Thanks, but I feel kind of silly, actually. My sister played Barbie makeover with me today.”
He smiles. “Well, I think you’d look great no matter what you wore. Hell, even in a moo-moo would probably turn me on.”
I giggle. “A moo-moo?”
Rick shrugs. “You know those old night gown looking dresses old ladies wear.”
I shake my head. “I know what they are. I just can’t believe you do.”
The smell of popcorn is overwhelming as we step inside the movie theater. He leads me to the counter. “What do you think? Comedy? Romance? Action? Horror?”
I shrug. “Doesn’t matter. You choose.”
He rubs his chin and studies the board. “Wow. Nothing like adding pressure on a first date.”
“This isn’t our first date.”
He smirks. “No?”
I shake my head. “No.”
He turns to face me—both of my hands in his while he gazes into my eyes. “Care to enlighten me, Miss Sugarman?”
I roll my eyes. “Uh, the diner.”
Light pours into his eyes, like he remembers that day. “You said that wasn’t a date.”
Right. I did say
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