Page 72 of Crashing into Love

“You have plans?” Drew asked.

“Yeah, with you,” she said and returned her attention to the person she actually cared about.

“Oh. We have plans?”

“Are we not hanging out?”

“No, I just meant that I didn’t, like, plan anything.”

“Me neither. We can get you settled in first and figure it out, though. Dinner, maybe? There’s a pizza place next door, if you want something easy and fast.”

“You don’t have anything to do for the team?”

“Nope. I’m free.”

“Okay. Let me get checked in,” Drew said. “Can you watch my stuff?”

“I think if you’ve watched my kid, I could at least watch your suitcase.”

“I care about my board probably almost as much as you care about your kid.”

Selma chuckled and watched Drew walk to the front desk, where she checked in. Drew looked good. She had on skinny jeans and black boots the jeans disappeared into, and that jacket Selma had seen on her. It was freezing outside, though, so she was surprised Drew was wearing only that and some gray vintage band T-shirt under it, but damn, it really worked for her. When Drew turned around to look for Selma again, she ran her hand through her hair and licked her lips, and if Selma hadn’t already known that she was bisexual, that move alone would have done it for her right there.

“So, I’m in room seven-twenty-one.”

“I’m just down the hall from you,” Selma replied, surprised.

“I know. They had me on the third floor, but I asked if they could move me closer to you. You’re seven-twenty-four.”

“How did you–”

“You texted me on the way here, Selma.” Drew laughed softly. “Told me to find you in your room when I was ready, if I wanted.”

“Oh. Right. Well, let me help you with your bags.” She grabbed Drew’s roller bag, and Drew grabbed her board and backpack.

The elevator ride was longer than the one at the lodge, and while they stood there silently, it wasn’t awkward this time, which surprised Selma a little. When they arrived at the seventh floor, she got off before Drew and held the doors for her since Drew had her board with her. They headed down the hall on the right, where both of their rooms were located, and Drew’s was first, so Selma stood there while Drew unlocked the door and carried her board inside. Selma wasn’t sure if she should walk in after her. They hadn’t talked about it. But Drew turned around and looked at her like she was being weird.

“Are you coming in?”

“I didn’t know if you’d want some time alone to get settled in first.”

“What? No. Come in.”

Selma walked in with Drew’s bag and closed the door behind her. Drew took it from her and set it on the luggage rack but made no move to open it.

“So, pizza?”

“Yeah, we can go, if you’re hungry.”

“Starving,” Drew stated. “I didn’t eat lunch, so expect me to eat a whole pizza by myself.”

“Just let me get my coat from my room. I’ll be right back,” Selma told her and smiled as Drew pulled the door open again and held it for her.

Then, as quickly as they’d gone upstairs, they made it back down and outside on the sidewalk.

“You’re not cold?” Selma asked her.

“I’m okay. It’s next door, so no big deal.”

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