Why aren’t you down there with him?
I pause, leaning against the dresser.
Me:
Idk. He found a leak in the fridge and said he’d work on it. I didn’t want to stare, so I started moving around.
April:
Freaking May.
Me:
What?
April:
You have a hot-ass guy working on your fridge, or whatever, and you’re upstairs instead of… I don’t know, talking to him?
June:
Isn’t it more awkward now, though?
Me:
Not really. I’ve been downstairs a few times. He just smiles at me every time he sees me.
April:
What is he doing now?
Me:
Last time I went down, he was outside playing fetch with the dogs.
April:
God, he’s fucking perfect
June
Right. What are you going to do about your date, though?
That’s when it hits me, my stomach drops as I glance at the clock. Finn is supposed to be here in fifteen minutes.
Me:
Damn it. I forgot about it. I gotta change.
I toss my phone onto the bed and head back into the closet, peeling off my shirt and sweats before pulling on my favorite jeans, suddenly hyperaware of the fact that I’m standing there in nothing but denim and a bra, surrounded by clothes that all feel either too casual or like I’m trying too hard. I’m halfway through pulling a shirt over my head when the doorbell rings.
Of course he’s early.
I freeze, fabric twisted around my arms, my heart pounding as everything collides at once. Finn is at my door, I’m half-dressed in my bedroom, and Aiden is downstairs, in my house, like this isn’t already complicated enough.
“Hey, May?” Aiden’s voice drifts up. “Would you like me to open the door?”
I stare at the closet door, at my reflection in the mirror, at the absolute mess of timing that is my life, and curse every decision that led me to this exact moment.
