“If you are, I’m not judging you,” I said.“I might be open to it.”
“Youmightbe?”
“Well, I’m not about to stroke your ego by begging you for it.”
Warner’s lips pinched together, but a snort still escaped.
Annoyance spiked through my chest.“Are you laughing at the idea of hooking up with me?”
“No, Zoey.I’m laughing at the idea that you’d have to beg me for anything when I’ve been following you around like a lovesick puppy.”
The statement caused a strange tangle of emotions.I wanted to laugh at the image while I also fought the urge to cringe away at any mention of the wordlove.
It was just a joke,I remind myself.
Warner moved to stand in front of me.
“Let’s start off simple.Did you like kissing me?”he asked, his voice a low rumble.
I nodded.
“Do you want to do it again in the future?”
“I would.”
A grin split his face.“Then, we’re on the same page.”
He kissed me, another slow, sweet press of his lips against mine.Then, he snagged my phone, typed his number into it, and left.
And here I am, a day later, wondering if we actually are on the same page.Probably not.That would require me to know exactly what page I’m on.I’m not even sure I know what book I’m in.
I tick off facts as they stand.
I like Warner.
Warner lives in Pine Falls.
Pine Falls is temporary for me.
When I leave, I have no idea where I’m going.
I don’t even know when I’m leaving.
These are all facts purely based on me.Warner has his own list, and it might include things like …
He’s not looking for anything serious.
He’s looking for something super serious.
He wouldn’t mind leaving Pine Falls.
He’s set down roots, and he wants to stay here forever.
And on and on the mysterious knowledge goes.If I felt in the right headspace, I’d have no trouble asking him to figure out the answers.Questions are my comfort space.
But I tend to stick to ones I want the answers to, and I haven’t figured out what I want Warner to feel toward me.
I like him.
