"Especially because you're terrible at bowling." He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. "Can I see you tomorrow?"
"You're going to get sick of me."
"I assure you that won't happen."
"Asher—"
"Julie." He cups my face in his hands. "I'm not going to get sick of you. I'm not going to wake up one day and decide this isn't what I want. I’m absolutely certain you’re the one.”
I stare at him, my heart in my throat. "You seem awfully sure."
"I'm more than sure. In fact, I’m betting on it." He kisses me again, soft and sweet. "I'm taking this all the way."
CHAPTER
FIVE
JULIE
Three days later,Asher texts me at work.
Come over tonight. I'm making dinner.
I look at my phone, my heart already racing. Jamie catches me smiling and raises an eyebrow.
"Let me guess," she says. "Asher?"
"He wants me to come over for dinner."
She grins. "You know what that means, right?"
I feel my cheeks heat. "It's just dinner."
"Julie. It's neverjustdinner." She leans against the counter, studying my face. "Are you ready for this?"
"I don't know," I admit. "Maybe? Yes?"
"That's convincing."
"I like him, Jamie. Like, really like him. And I think... I think tonight might be?—"
"The night," she finishes. "Yeah. I got that." She reaches over and squeezes my hand. "Just be safe. And text me if you need anything. Or if you want to brag tomorrow if it turns out youfound a guy who understands the female orgasm without a full set of instructions."
"Jamie!"
I laugh and shove her shoulder, but my stomach is doing flips for the rest of the day.
I arrive at Asher's penthouse at seven, holding a bottle of wine and trying not to overthink the fact that I changed my outfit three times before leaving. When he opens the door, he's wearing dark jeans and a gray henley that makes his eyes look impossibly blue.
"Hi," he says, and his smile is so warm it makes my chest ache.
"Hi."
He pulls me inside and kisses me—soft and lingering, like he's been waiting all day to do it. When he pulls back, he takes the wine from my hands and studies the label. "You have good taste," he says.
"I try."
To be fully transparent, me trying meant asking the guy at the wine store for some recommendations. I went with the one that cost more than my foundation but less than my bi-monthly salon appointment.
