“Is that new?” I ask, gesturing at the drill.
His smile widens. “It’s not mine.”
Something cold settles in my chest.
“Your non-girlfriend had it lying beside the bracket.”
“I don't even know where she got that." I shake my head. "Fuck. I don't even know how to use that thing."
Sebastian grins. “I’ll give you lessons.”
His eyes twinkle with amusement. “Or she can.”
I glare at him. “Stop it.”
He turns to the wall. “Where would you like it?”
We debate back and forth about which wall to hang it on.
And then I hear her voice behind me.
“Just put it on this wall,” Violet says. “It’ll keep the sun from glaring on the screen.” She points at the window, then turns to me. “Plus you’ll be able to see the sidewalk and driveway from here.”
My mouth is dry. “Wow. You think of everything.”
She steps closer.
A soft smile is on her face. It doesn’t match the intensity of her violet eyes. “Anything to make your life easier, Drew.”
She squeezes my bicep and then walks away.
The skin beneath my shirt is still tingling from her touch.
She shouldn’t affect me like this.
We've only gone on one date.
“Don’t start, Sebastian,” I say, watching her head back into the kitchen with Ivy.
I finally turn to him.
He’s trying—and failing—to hide his smile.
He walks over to the wall Violet pointed to. “Come here. I’ll show you how to use the drill.”
I move, my hands clenched into fists. “Good. Maybe I can use it to drill the smirk off your face.”
He doesn’t look scared.
Instead, he starts explaining drill bits, wall studs, and other words that barely penetrate my muddled brain.
Because I’m still focused on Violet buying me a TV.
A wall mount.
A drill.
Drill bits.
