“Thanks for today,” Gwen says softly. “I know we didn’t have the best start, but this is the best second first date I’ve ever been on.”
Before I can respond, she steps forward, wraps her arms around my neck, and pulls me into a hug. The warmth of her against me settles something in my chest that I don’t want to let go of.
“This is the best second first date I’ve ever been on, too,” I tell her when she slowly pulls away. “Are you sure you’re done shopping?”
“I’m sure,” she says confidently, picking up her stack of books.
“Let me carry those for you,” I offer, and she smiles like I’ve just done something meaningful.
“Can I walk you home?” I ask, reaching out my hand.
“That would be great,” she replies, placing her hand in mine.
Chapter 9
Gwen
I still can’t believe this day is real by the time we reach my apartment building. What I thought was the worst date of my life has turned out to be the best.
“I don’t know how to thank you for today,” I say, retrieving my keys from my purse.
“I’m looking forward to seeing you again,” Zane replies, his palm brushing gently against my cheek. I close my eyes for a brief moment at his touch.
“Will you stop by the bakery soon?” I ask hopefully.
“I have practice tomorrow, but I’ll definitely come by soon,” Zane promises. I don’t want the night to end, but it’s nearly midnight, and we both have work in the morning.
“Can I take you on a second date?” I blurt out before I can stop myself. Zane looks surprised, but in a good way.
“I thought you’d never ask,” he jokes, making me laugh.
“It’s the books. Buying me books is my secret love language,” I admit, and Zane smirks.
“Then start building a library,” he says softly before leaning in and kissing me again. This time, it feels even better than before. His lips are warm and soft, and I don’t want to pull away, but I know we have to.
“Text me when you get home, ok?” I ask as he leans back slightly.
“I will, Sassypants. Talk soon. Goodnight, gorgeous,” he says, turning to leave.
“Goodnight,” I whisper. It’s all I can manage. My mind is spinning, and my heart is racing.
I hurry inside, set the books on my coffee table, and pause. Did this really happen?
I let myself sink onto the couch and take a deep breath, pressing a hand to my cheek. It’s still warm, and I can’t help but chuckle.
I sit there in silence until, fifteen minutes later, my phone buzzes.
ZANE: I’m home. Can’t wait to see you again.
ME: Thank you for everything.
ME: Can’t wait to see you either.
I smile down at my phone as I pick up Rina Kent’s latest book and open it. The scent of the pages alone brings me more joy than it probably should.
ZANE: Goodnight, Sassy. Don’t stay up too late reading xx
My eyes widen at his message. How does he see right through me after meeting me so recently? It both terrifies and comforts me.
