Exhaling, I sip the last bit of my iced coffee. Maybe Poppy’s right. Maybe I’m not misreading things, and he likes me too.
My heart rate quickens at the thought, and I nervously suck on the straw making the little remaining liquid bubble around the ice at the bottom of the cup.
Now, if only I had the courage to tell him how I was feeling.
CHAPTER 27: OH SHIT! IT HAPPENED AGAIN
TANNER
“Wren, you here?” I call from the door, carrying two large pies from Bruno’s Pizzeria. Tonight is our one month roomie-versary, so we decided to move our usual weekly roomie night to Monday.
The past week I’ve been working late, and she’s been busy, so our hangouts were rare. I’ve missed spending time with her, but I’ve also been in my head about what I think were two almost kisses.
On the one hand, it felt like she wanted me to kiss her. But, on the other hand, it’s me and her, and if I did read that situation correctly, I must’ve entered into the twilight zone.
When we did see each other over the last week, she felt a little distant, so I also don’t know what to make of that.
“In here,” she calls from her room.
I set the pizza on the coffee table and walk to her door. “Can I come in?” I ask, knocking gently.
“Sure,” she says.
I open the door and find her on all fours on top of her deflated mattress. Her ass is pushed into the air, and I have to divert my gaze.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“The mattress deflated again, so I’m just replacing the tape.”
“Replacing the tape?”
She looks over her shoulder. “Yeah, I found the hole, so I put a piece of tape over it last Monday, and it was working, but then this morning I woke up and it was deflated again, so I’m fixing it.”
“You’ve been sleeping on a deflated mattress that you fixed with tape for a week?”
She turns back around and rips a piece of tape with her teeth, carefully pressing it over the plastic mattress.
“Yep. I haven’t been on the couch. Did you think I was sleeping on the floor?” She stands, setting the tape on her bedside table.
“No, I thought you bought another air mattress.”
“Why would I have done that?”
I rub my temples. “Because it popped, and they’re not that expensive.”
“Just because something isn’t expensive doesn’t mean you should spend money on it,” she chimes, pushing past me and out of her room. “Come on. I’m starving!”
“If I had known you were sleeping on a damaged mattress, I would have—” I begin following her back into the living room.
“Would’ve what? Bought me one?” she asks, shaking her head. “I’m the one who owes you. I don’t need you to buy me a mattress. The real one arrived at a different shipping facility today, so I think it’s finally starting to move and will be here soon. The tape is fine until it gets here.”
I shake my head and rub my hand down my face. I wish she would just let me help her.
“So, what’s the game plan for our roomie-versary?” she asks, grabbing a slice of pizza.
“Well, I thought I’d make us a little cocktail and then we could watch a movie.”
“I’m cool with that. What do you want to watch?”
