Page 52 of I Think He Knows?

She ends the call before I can say anything else.

I find Cam’s number and start to type a message.

Hey! So glad it’s the weekend. What are you up to?

I hit send without a second thought.

I did it. Now I can relax. I brought home the student projects to work on this weekend, but I should probably at least take this evening off. I send Eliza a text letting her know I messaged Cam.

My phone buzzes a few seconds later, and my stomach does a flip.

I just got home. About to order take out. Want to hang out?

My pulse picks up. He should know he doesn’t have to ask.

Sure. I was dreading the pile of work I brought home.

I chew on my fingernail while I wait for his response.

Work? You just worked a long week. Take the night off. Do you like Chinese food?

Yes. A night off is exactly what I need. I reply to his message.

I love it.

I do love Chinese food.

Perfect. Would you like to come over? Or I can come over there—if you prefer.

Naturally I’m very curious to see where Cam lives.

Either is fine with me.

Of course I’m not going to tell him I want to see his place.

I’d love to have you over. There’s a great restaurant near my place I order from. I’ll send you the menu and my address.

I don’t waste any time texting Eliza to tell her I’m going to Cam’s for dinner. I don’t even care that she’ll say I told you so.

My phone buzzes after a few seconds.

I told you.

I roll my eyes and start typing my reply.

Now you really sound like Kara. LOL.

After I text Cam back with my dinner request, I practically leap off the couch to freshen up and get ready to go to his house. I can’t think of a better way to spend my Friday night. I almost want to pinch myself because of all the times I tried to talk myself out of being interested in him. I tried to convince myself he didn’t feel the same, and he’d be a great friend to have because we got along so well and nothing more would ever come of it.

Then there were many months when Britney would sit with him or us at lunch. The difference was she made her intentions known, and that’s never been my style. I’ve always been the type who hangs back and lets things happen organically. I guess I’m finally growing impatient and ready to throw all caution to the wind.

I stand in front of my closet for a few seconds before quickly choosing a pair of wide leg jeans, a black boxy T-shirt, and sneakers. It’s so nice not to have to worry about little things like what I should wear. If it was another man, I’d probably put more thought into my outfit for an evening of ordering takeout.

I brush my teeth, comb through my hair, and reapply some lip gloss and mascara. I look at my reflection and smile. I feel comfortable and confident. I wish I felt like this all the time. I grab my bag and keys, and head out to Cam’s house. Hopefully this is the first of many low-key Friday nights at home with him.

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“Perfect timing,” Cam exclaims, the door flying open before I even have a chance to knock. Does this mean he was eagerly anticipating my arrival? If only. “The food is on its way.”

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