“I have no idea. I’m seeing him tonight, though.” I drew in a deep breath. “There’s something between us, something I can’t explain. I felt it. He felt it.”
“That’s his cock. I’ve tried explaining that to you.” She patted my knee. “I even spelled it out for you.”
Another giggle burst out of me. I had felt his arousal pressed against me—hard and prominent. I arched an eyebrow at her. “Besides that, Beth.” I hesitated, because I wasn’t certain how to explain to her what I was feeling. “Something . . . profound. He made me feel so comfortable. I forgot to be shy. He made me feel safe. As if I was home.” I swallowed the thickness in my throat. “I think he felt it, too.”
“Holy fuck,” she whispered. “Avery—you’ve never said anything like that.”
“I know.”
“You were only supposed to kiss him. Not fall in love.”
I stared. I wasn’t in love with Daniel. I only met him an hour ago. That was impossible.
Wasn’t it?
Beth shrugged. “Stranger shit has happened.”
Oh. True.
She chuckled. “Wait until Daniel finds out that you mutter out loud a lot. I’m sure it will amuse him.”
“I think he already knows.”
She laughed.
My phone buzzed.
I grinned when I saw his name appear.
He’d made sure we exchanged numbers before he left and he had my address. He told me he’d be googling it on his way to his truck so he knew where to pick me up later.
I never got your last name, Sprite.
Connor.
Avery Connor—it suits you. But I prefer Sprite. I am off at 6. I can pick you up at 6:45?
I replied quickly.
Looking forward to it.
Actually, if I take a sho
rtcut I can be there about 6:41.
Please be safe. I would rather wait the 4 extra minutes.
OK. 6:45. I am adding 4 minutes onto the end of our date—I will not be denied 4 minutes of time I could spend with you.
I blushed at his words.
Okay. Duly noted.
If, in fact, the date ends at all. Just saying.
I shook my head at his words. He made me feel so . . . wanted.
You had better have a pocketful of those peppermints. You’ll need them.