“Don’t think too hard, the right guy is out there waiting.”
“From your lips to God’s ears. Now, let’s finish folding this laundry.”
“Another hot date?”
“No, I’m going to hot yoga,” I say, laughing. “But when you say it like that, I feel like a hussy. I’ll have you know I haven’t even kissed a man in four months.”
“Grocery store, Lizzie. Go to the damn grocery store.”
Aiden
“How are you going to prove it to her?” Calvin asks, referring to my last conversation with Lizzie. I just finished telling him the events of what happened last evening. First, he reamed my ass for the way I talked to her, and now this.
“Why don’t you seem surprised by any of this?”
Calvin laughs and shakes his head. “Because I’m not. I knew this day would come. Honestly, I’m shocked it didn’t happen sooner.”
“You knew what day would come? Me asking for girl advice?”
“No, dumbass. You falling in love with Lizzie. And for what it’s worth, I’m happy for you. She’s amazing and perfect for you.”
“You’re right, she is, but I’m not falling in love.”
“You sure about that?”
Damnit. I’ve never been so unsure of something in my life. What I do know is that I can’t stop thinking about her. She’s the first thing on my mind when I wake up, and the last thing I think about when I go to bed. I’m going crazy watching her date these assholes when I know that I would treat her so much better.
“That’s what I thought.” Calvin puts his hand on my shoulder. “Don’t freak out. Falling in love is scary as hell, but one of the best things that’ll ever happen to you. I promise. My only advice: don’t fuck it up. Play your cards right, and before you know it, she’ll be moving in, leaving her fruity-smelling shit all over the bathroom counter, and doing your laundry.”
“Laundry. Shit. I forgot to grab Lizzie’s laundry.” I pull my phone from my pocket and shoot her a quick text.
Me: You home? I’m doing laundry today and I need to grab yours.
“Why are you doing her laundry? I didn’t realize she already had you pussy-whipped.”
“I’m not.” I look at my big brother. “It’s a long, boring story that I’m sure you don’t have time for.”
He’s about to respond when my phone rings with a FaceTime call from Lizzie. “Hey,” I say, connecting to the call.
Lizzie smiles and waves. Her face is beet red, her hair is a sweaty mess, and I still find her insanely attractive.
“Where are you?” I ask.
Lizzie holds up the phone and points it toward a giant empty room. The walls are lined with mirrors, and there are colorful mats on the floor. Emily and Sarah both wave at me from a few feet away, and I wave back.
“Hot yoga,” she says, turning the screen back to her face.
“Again?”
“It’s fun.”
“And the instructor is muy caliente,” Calvin says, mimicking the way she’d said it at The Busy Bean the other day, even waving a hand in front of his face for flare.
I elbow him in the gut, and he grunts.
“Is that Calvin?”
Calvin grabs my phone and smiles at the screen. “Hey, pretty girl.”