Stop thinking about kissing him and go to bed!
12:43 a.m.—Fuck. I’m barely going to get three hours. There isn’t enough concealer in the world for this.
Why did I agree to coffee at five in the fucking morning? Oh, right, it was the way the little dimple pierced his cheek. That damn dimple has magical powers.
1:56 a.m.—Two hours. It’s like a power nap. I can do this with a little extra coffee at the office… if I can stop thinking about Isaac and his stupidly handsome dimples.
At 4 a.m., my alarm blares on my phone and I snooze it, needing a few extra minutes. I close my eyes and after drifting off for a few, it chimes again. “Damn, that was the fastest nine minutes of my life,” I grumble to myself, but as I’m about to snooze it a second time, I notice a new text.
Isaac
There wasn’t any traffic, so I’ll be there in a few minutes early.
A few minutes early? I check the time and shriek, “4:52? Damn it!”
I must’ve turned the alarm off instead of snoozing it. Springing out of bed and into the bathroom, I brushing my teeth while on the toilet to save time. As fast as I can, I put on my tintedmoisturizer, waterproof mascara, and a little swipe of lipgloss. My hair is unruly. The best chance I have is to throw it into a neat bun. I run back into the other room, and after I’ve changed into my yoga pants and a tank, I check my phone for the weather. It’s a little cooler than usual—I’ll need a light sweater. There’s also a new message from two minutes ago.
Pulling up in a minute.
“Shit, shit shit!” There’s a knock on my wall. “Sorry, Kathy!”
The buzz of the intercom startles me, and I drop my phone. It skitters a few feet, sliding under the bed—more proof meeting Isaac for coffee is probably a mistake.
I clear my throat and press the button. “Hello?”
“Hey, it’s Isaac.”
“Hi! Sorry, I’m running a little behind, but I’ll be down in a minute.”
After shrugging on my off-the-shoulder sweatshirt, I move my bed into its little hideaway, then snag my phone, keys, yoga mat, and backpack, haphazardly shoving my work clothes into it. I’ve never been so grateful for wrinkle-resistant pants. As I’m about to walk out the door, I quickly pivot to grab my lunch that Isaac so generously bought me, also taking two salads out of the fridge that I prepped on Monday—the least I can do is offer a side for his own lunch today. I put the food in my cooler, and with my hands obnoxiously full, I probably look like I’m going to move in with him or something equally unhinged.
So much for not embarrassing myself.
Once I’m downstairs, I carefully open the door, and Isaac rushes to it. “Here, let me help.” He holds to the door wider, then takes my lunch bag and yoga mat. “I’m guessing you won't be home until later?”
“Yeah,” I sigh. “I have yoga, work, class… No time to come back here to grab anything.”
Isaac and I place everything in the trunk, and he lets out a long yawn. “Sorry. I didn’t get much sleep last night.”
“Same,” I chuckle, my cheeks heating at the memory of the non-kiss and how I obsessed over it for hours.
“Where’s your yoga class? I forgot to ask last night.”
“A few blocks from campus.” I cock an eyebrow at his outfit. “I thought you were going to wear your pajamas.”
Glancing down at his joggers and tee, he plucks the fabric from his chest and replies, “I figured I would get my own workout in after we have coffee.”
He opens the door for me, and as I’m about to sit in the passenger seat, he stops me, sliding my sweatshirt onto my shoulder.
My breath hitches as his fingertips linger for a moment. “Don’t tell me you have an issue with a girl showing off a little skin,” I tease.
His adorable dimple pops on his cheek as he smirks. “Not at all; I just figured you might be cold.”
Isaac pulls his hand back and the sweater falls off my shoulder again, making me laugh. “It’s supposed to be that way.”
“Oh, sorry,” he chuckles, helping me into the car. He rounds it, muttering something to himself. Once in the driver's seat, he starts the car and we make our way to a small café a block from campus. “So, how long have you been doing yoga?”
“Since I moved here. Heather, who owns the studio, used to live next door to me. We became fast friends, and she got me into it. I go twice a week, and it helps a lot with sleep and stress. Highly recommend. Have you ever done a class?
