Chapter 6
Lisa
“I have thought about it,” Blake says as he returns to the living room. “What does it take for you to go on a date with me?”
He sits down, and the way he is casually handsome isn’t helping. It’s messing with my brain.
“You are my brother’s best friend,” I reply.
“You are my best friend’s sister,” Blake counters, and I laugh.
“From what I can tell, you’re a player,” I say.
“The girls I date know up front if it’s casual. Suppose that makes me a player, fine. But not when it comes to you,” Blake says, and he sounds almost offended.
“You know nothing about me,” I tell him, and he shakes his head. “What do you know then?” I challenge him, and he leans in again.
“I know you were an incredible figure skater. You owned the ice and danced on it like no one was watching. It always took you a couple of seconds to feel comfortable. When you were though, you were incredible,” Blake explains, and I can feel a lump form in my throat.
“Have you ever even seen me skate?” I ask, and the words come out softer than I mean them to.
“Many times,” Blake replies. “Besides figure skating, I know you love the color purple, your favorite animal is a bunny, and you love music.”
Blake surprises me, and I can feel a blush form on my cheeks.
“Your memory is good, but you are still my brother’s best friend,” I smile softly. I don’t even dare to think about the implications this would have for James.
“Do you want me to call him?” Blake asks.
“What? No.”
“I could ask for hisblessingif you want me to.”
“I don’t want you to,” I say firmly. “Besides, I’m not going to go on a date with you.”
“Well, I’m not going to stop trying,” Blake says while he mimics my crossed arms.
“Don’t you have somewhere else to be on a Friday night? You’re one of the star players on the Grizzlies. The world is at your feet,” I mock him, and Blake smirks.
“I have nothing but time,” he says while he kicks off his shoes.
“What is wrong with you?” I laugh.
“I’m just getting comfortable,” he replies smugly.
“For what?”
“Aren’t we watching a movie?”
“Iwaswatching a movie when someone rudely barged into the apartment,” I tell him, and Blake laughs. It’s a deep sound, and I like it.
“It’s honestly kind of hard to get that image out of my head,” Blake says, laughing.
“Stop,” I say, making him laugh harder.
“I can’t tell if my favorite part was the face paint, or wait, sorry, the face mask, or the bunny slippers,” he goes on.
“This is your way of trying to impress a girl?” I ask while I drop my hands next to my body. Blake takes another sip of his beer and nods. “It isn’t working,” I half-joke.
