“So, what made you want to come here today?” I ask and she shrugs.
“I’ve been wanting to come for a while, and I woke up this morning and realized I had nothing else to do so I thought, why not?”
I nod slowly. “Why with me and not one of your friends?”’
A mischievous grin spreads across her face. “Well, I made you orgasm, Noah. The least I could do was take you out.”
My mind blanks as the realization that she actually intended for this to be a date sinks in, but she’s gone before I can reply, flying across to the other side of the rink before stepping out and leaving me to stare at her in awe.
Fuck, I love that girl.
“So… are we going to talk about it, or just pretend none of it happened? But if we’re pretending it never happened, then what was today all about?” I blurt out before stuffing a fry into my mouth and wishing the floor would open up and swallow me whole.
All this time, I’ve managed to keep my composure in check, yet one planned date by Gracie has me unraveling.
Fuck my life.
And thisisa date.
It has to be.
What other explanation could there be for us going ice skating and then out to her favorite diner? We’ve spent time together and ate together as friends, sure. But we’ve never done anything like this.
At least, never prompted by her.
“Talk about what?” Gracie asks with a raised brow, and I stare, confused.
What is her game?
Is she in denial about what happened, or does she just want me to say the words?
Fine, if that’s what she wants, then that’s what we’ll do.
“About the fact that we got each other off? Or how about the fact that today feels a whole lot like a date?”
She takes a sip of her soda and gazes at me with the glass still pressed to her lips.
It takes agonizingly long for her to say something, but what she does say shocks the shit out of me.
“Itwasmeant to be a date. That is, as long as you want it to be?”
Is this real life?
Maybe I fell while skating and hit my head and I’m now either in a coma or dead.
I blink at her, then blink again, at a loss for words and she must pick up on it, because starts talking again.
“It’s just… we’ve gotten so close lately, and I’m really grateful for everything you’ve been doing for me. I have no idea how I would have gotten through these last few weeks without you.” Her hand reaches over the table and grabs on to mine, squeezing. “I just really love spending time with you, and really want to see if this could be something, you know? Because I really feel like it could be something.”
Dead.
I’m dead.
What the fucking fuck.
Is it possible to Stockholm Syndrome someone without kidnapping them? Is that a thing?
I feel like it’s definitely a thing.
