“True, but I don’t know. I just feel, like…”
The vibrating of my phone steals my attention from their conversation. Looking down, I try to hide the smile at the name that has poppedup on the screen.
Luke– Roses are red, violets aren’t blue. When I’m on my bike, all I think about is you.
I snort, which makes the girl's heads spin towards me. I shrug them off, telling them it’s just a meme I came across.
Fallon– Aren't you supposed to be working? Is it quiet tonight?
Luke– Fallon, never say the Q word when I’m at work. It’s a bad omen. I said it to a nurse on my first day of placement, and got a slap across the back of my head.
Fallon– Shut up, really? I wouldn’t want to jinx you, so I apologise.
Luke– You will have to make it up to me.
Fallon– I can think of a few ways to do that.
Luke– Oh yeah? Tell me.
Well shit. I need to start thinking before I type. I can't exactly send a dirty message to him while he’s at work, can I? Oh, I know…
Fallon– Or… I could show you.
I watch the text thread as the three dots bounce away at the bottom of the screen.
Luke– Fuck, now I have to spend the next nine hours imagining what that could be.
I laugh out loud at that. I love having this effect on him, and usually, it would piss me off if someone were this invested. Another message comes through before I have the time to reply.
Luke– Are you free tomorrow? Dinner at my place?
Shit, shit, shit.
What have I got myself into? Of course, I want to see him, so why do I have to feel like this? I'd love to be a normal girl who can fall easily in love with a beautiful man like him. But oh no, I have to be the fuck up with half a heart.
“What's so funny?” Blair asks. “You are doing the creep face at your phone. That isn’t just a video or meme. That, is a man. Spill.”
“Oh, it’s nothing, just a hook up, nothing serious,” I say, trying to evade the questions.
“Liar. Who is it?”
“Someone I went home with the other week, asking for round two, leave me alone,” I snarl at her.
“Aw, leave her be. You never tell us anything either. Let her look at her phone all googly-eyed.” Gracie says, her head tipped to the side whilst she eyes me dreamily.
My phone buzzes again, and I fight the urge to look. But after approximately seven seconds, Igive in.
Luke– Stop running from me. You think too much. I’ll pick you up at six. Be ready.
Well, it looks like the choice has been taken out of my hands. And the most shocking thing is, I like it. He seems to know me better than most of my friends do. It’s such a simple thing to understand, how I can’t let myself enjoy the moment, but he does.
