“Not at Enzo’s.”
I close my mouth mid-sentence, turning in my lips.
“I’ll text you a plan. Seven?”
“I’ll be here.”
“You better be.”
He leans in, but last minute, kisses only my cheek leaving my lips completely abandoned.
“I had a great night, Claire. Until well…” He looks back at Sean who is asleep, drool dripping down the window.
“Me too.” I bite my lower lip but my stomach swirls with the anticipation of us going out again.
He starts for his truck but stops at the driver’s side door, scanning me one more time from head to toe.
“Perfect.”
I tilt my head curiously.
“Earlier — I never finished my thought. You look fucking perfect.”
He misses the fire he starts inside of me because he starts the engine and drives away.
An arsonist escaping the scene of the crime.
“Sorry, I’m late.” Chloe slumps in the seat across from me and throws her bag on the table, just barely missing the mocha cold brew that’s waiting for her.
“Long night?” I wink at her taking a mouthful of my drink and noticing the slight smear of mascara she has under both eyes.
“Yeah…alone.” She takes three long sips of her coffee. “I seriously have to either stop going on shitty dates or stop getting drunk by myself afterward.”
“Uh oh, Motorcycle Guy was no good?”
She looks at me disgusted. “MotorcycleGuy was more likeMopedGuy. And I’m not talking likecruising around Europemoped. I’m talking like a bicycle with a freaking motor on the back.”
I nearly spit out my drink as she continues.
“Heshowed up wearing white jeans that looked painted on and drew way too much attention to his very below-average bulge. Then, he casually dropped that he lives with his sister in a one-bedroom apartment and hestilltried to kiss me at the end of the night.”
“Yikes,” I say.
“Open-mouthed, Claire. He tried to kiss me with an open mouth.” She shudders at the thought.
I am dying, but I pull it together and ask seriously, “So, no second date then?”
“Very funny. I dodged the kiss and walked right back into the bar.” She scrolls through her phone and then turns it to me. “I got this about an hour later.”
KYLE:Was it the pants…?
This is too good.
Chloe pulls her phone back and throws it in her bag. “Please tell me your night went better than mine.”
I'm not convinced that Chloe wants anything serious, but these guys she meets online are always of a rare breed. It almost feels like rubbing it in to say that my super hot date looked absolutely smoking in jeans that looked made for him and his very impressive bulge.
So, instead, I just say, “It was fun!”
