Does this usually work? Talking about the moon and tides?
Work for what?
Nick, I think we both know what we’re doing here.
I don’t.
It’s just you trying to get me into bed. Or across a table at the very least.
A table doesn’t seem very romantic.
Who said anything about romance?
The phone rings before I can take another sip of my drink. My heart skips a little as I see that he’s requested a video chat.Shit. I look like hell. I tap the audio only option and lay the phone on the arm of the couch.
Nick’s face appears on the screen, and I can’t help the blush on my cheeks upon seeing him. It looks like he’s walking somewhere, lights flickering across his face, wind billowing his hair around his eyes.
“That’s not fair. I wanted to see you,” he says.
“What’s not fair is that you apparently look like you do all the time, and right now, I look like I was put through the dryer on high,” I reply.
He smiles. “I doubt that.”
“Where are you?” I ask.
“I’m not entirely sure. Around town. I couldn’t sleep. When I can’t sleep, I walk. Did you just get home?”
“Right before you texted.”
“If you’re trying to go to sleep, I can?—”
“No, it’s fine,” I say quickly. “It usually takes me a while to wind down.”
Nick stops walking at what looks to be a stoplight, the street lights illuminating him. “Are you watching a movie?” he asks.
“Jack Frost,” I answer.
He wrinkles his nose. “That movie is so sad.”
“I like sad movies. They’re comforting.”
“We might have to have a conversation about the things you consider comforting.”
“What if I said I was watching a Krampus slasher film as a nighttime treat instead?”
His lip flickers upward. “Those movies put me to sleep.”
“Same, actually. Maybe you should come over. We’ll watch one and both of us can get some sleep.”
It’s a shot in the dark, and maybe too soon.
I just need to know where he is so I have time to freshen up.
He chuckles as he steps into the street to cross it. “I highly doubt I’d get any sleeping done with you.”
He’s not wrong.
“No? Why?”
