Page 13 of Falling for my Best Friend

“That’s not true.”

“Who was the last girl you liked that I dated?”

“Molly Fox.”

Aiden raised his eyebrows. “I was fifteen.”

I shrugged. “She was nice.”

“She was smart, too.”

“Arguably the last girl you dated that was as smart as you are.”

“Whatever happened to her?” he asked.

“Why? You want to know if she’s modeling?”

He rolled his eyes. “Shut up,” he said, smiling straight ahead.

“I think she’s a teacher,” I said, turning towards him just in time to see his only dimple.

He stuck his bottom lip out and nodded. “Good to know.”

“Anywhere here is fine,” I said.

Aiden pulled into an empty space along the curb.

“Thanks for the ride. I would’ve been totally soaked by the time I got back here.”

“No worries. I’m glad I was in the neighborhood. Sorry I missed your initial cry for help.”

“Don’t worry about it.” I leaned forward and grabbed my purse off the floor.

“Lucy?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you really think you’re going to meet someone with that stupid app?”

I pulled my keys out of my bag. “I meet people all the time with it.”

“You know what I mean.”

“Who knows the future, Aiden? I’m just trying to be open minded.”

“Well, I salute you. I think you’ve got a lot of balls putting yourself out there like that.”

“Thanks.” I got out of the car. “Tell Chelsea I said hi, and I’ll cross my fingers for your dinner.”

“Please do.”

I closed the door and crossed the sidewalk, turning to wave as I let myself in and wishing he was right as I watched him drive away.

But he wasn’t.

I didn’t have a lot of balls at all. The truth was I used Tinder because I was totally gutless, because I wanted to seem normal, and because it gave me the perfect excuse to never get close to anybody.

---