She nibbles on her bottom lip. “My romcom remake paper. Yes. This paper may drop my grade to a D and kill my GPA. But I believe in the love story.”
The right side of my mouth pulls up in a half grin. “You really do. Don’t you?”
Her brows lift and she nods, still holding that rooster tailing hair down with one hand. “I do, and I’m going to make Ellington a believer.”
I think, trying to remember that name.
“My professor,” she says. “I am determined to change her mind.”
She’s so driven. I understand that kind of commitment even if I don’t understand her remakes. How can anyone not feel a spark of attraction when faced with that kind of determination? I’m not looking for love, but I’m not immune to finding a woman attractive.
I clear my throat. “Okay, well, good luck.” I hold out the plate of toast.
Finally, she lets her bedhead fly and takes the plate from my hands. “8:32 a.m., breakfast and heart fluttering,” she murmurs.
“What was that?”
“Nothing. Have a good practice.”
I nod and take one step back from her open bedroom door. “I will. And I’ll see you Saturday, right?”
“Date night,” she says, hair flying and smile sweet. My head easily conjures the taste of her from the night before.
Oh, man. I’m in trouble.
“Yep. Date night.”
Thirty-Three
My breath hitchesas the icy cold water spreads over my bare legs and abdomen. Ice baths aren’t my favorite, but I always feel better afterward.
Zev climbs into the tub next to me without even flinching as the ice water sloshes over his skin. “So, you’re going out with Fran tonight?”
“I am,” I say, unsure how he knows as much.
“Franny!” Tru says as he walks by, only a towel about his waist. I blame Lucca—that guy is a bad influence.
“Good,” Zev says, unfazed by our friend. “I like her. And I think you like her too.”
“We’re friends. You know that.”And I’m trying really hard to remember that, so shut it, Zevulun.
“Right,” he says, resting his head against the metal tub, eyes closed, relaxed, as if he were in a hot tub. “Except that you like her.”
“Of course I like her—we’re friends.” I wisely leave out the fact that I kissed the heck out of that girl four days ago.
Zev’s eyes blink open and dance their way over to me. “Only youlikeher.”
“You already said that. Are you on repeat?” I grip the sides of the basin and lean my head back, pretending to relax.
“You like her a whole lot more than you like your friends. Well, with the exception of me. You love me, but I’m just not into it.” He laughs, his eyes finally opening to look at me.
“You’re an idiot.”
“I’m right.”
I choose to ignore him. If I don’t give him a reaction, maybe he’ll be quiet.
“You should take her to that summer soirée that your mom always puts on.”
