Jess and I look at Stella, our eyebrows raised.
“I’m so mortified. Right in the middle of getting ready to go out for the night, someone knocked on the door, and when I opened it, there was this God of a man. Think Harry Styles?—”
“I’m not sure he was quite up to that level,” Brandon says.
“He was so hot I literally lost my words, and when he asked if this was Sam and Delilah’s place, I responded with ‘Hunky.’” She slaps her hands over her face, and we all burst out laughing.
“I’m sure it wasn’t that bad,” I reassure her.
“It was that bad,” Natalie confirms.
Stella tells us that Sam and Delilah are her neighbors and the Harry lookalike is their nephew. He’s just moved to town and is staying with his aunt and uncle until he can find his own place.
The three of them are gossiping about how Stella will never be able to face him and how nervous she is about running into him again when my phone buzzes.
I’m not even aware of the huge grin stretched across my lips when I see Wyatt’s name. We exchange a few texts, and when I look up, Jess is staring.
“What?” I ask.
“You tell me.”
“He wants to take me to dinner.”
“I’m guessing from the glow on your face that you’re going.”
Hell, yes, I am.
twenty-nine
. . .
WYATT
I raisemy hand to knock on Blair’s door, but she opens it before I can. I suck in a breath. My eyes take her in, starting with what she is wearing: a short black silk dress, hitting mid-thigh, with thin straps and a scooped neckline. It teases me and immediately makes all the blood in my body rush to my dick. When my eyes make it back up to her face, her eyebrows are raised as if to say,Like what you see?
“You look gorgeous.”
“Thank you. So do you.” She bites her bottom lip like she’s nervous. “Shall we go?”
I walk her to the car, open the door, and help her in. When she lowers to get into the seat, her dress rises, coming dangerously close to showing me what might be under it. I shut the door and do my best to adjust the discomfort in my pants before I get into the car.
I’m taking her to a nice place in Santa Monica. I’d be lying if I didn’t admit I also chose this restaurant because of its proximity to my house. If everything goes well, I’m hoping I can convince her to come home with me.
While I’ve dated a few women, I never thought a relationship would be in the cards for me. Most women want more than I can offer, or they like my bank account or proximity to fame. But Blair doesn’t care about all that.
For the first time, I let myself think about a future with her, and when I look over at her, she looks like mine.
At the restaurant, I take Blair’s hand in mine as the hostess leads us to the back.
“This is awfully romantic.” She looks up at me before she slides into the booth, and I move in right next to her.
“I’m shooting my shot. I hope that’s obvious after what’s happened between us.”
“We gave into a moment,” she says casually. “It doesn’t have to mean anything.”
I keep my eyes straight ahead as I take a minute to process what she just said. I don’t think I misread how she felt. Every touch, every kiss healed the wounds of our past.
“Maybe.” I clear my throat, trying to find the courage to say it meant everything.
