Page 19 of Forever With You

“Ouch!” Dropping the pillow, I folded my arm over my breasts and pushed against the sudden ache in them. They’d also been tender this morning. “Owie.”

I had started to mentally calculate when my period was due when there was a knock at the door, jarring me. “What in the world?”

A sliver of unease brewed. It was damn near one-­thirty in the morning and someone was at my door? Hell. The time didn’t really matter because hardly anyone knew me well enough to know where I lived.

Snatching the remote off the arm of the couch, I paused the movie right when Sam hit the field. The knock came again just as I stood. I tugged down on my sweater and crept toward the door, visions of serial killers dancing in my head. Stretching up, I peeked through the peephole.

“What the hell,” I muttered.

Nick stood on the other side of my door, his hands shoved in the pockets of his jeans as he looked around the empty hall. I dumbly stared at the distorted view of him. I had no idea why I realized he didn’t have his helmet with him, because that wasn’t important. What was he doing here? I was sure my parting words earlier in the night made it clear that we were so not on friendly terms. Nick was arrogant, but he couldn’t be stupid enough to come here to hook up.

Curiosity overrode my common sense in about a nanosecond. Knowing I should just turn off all the lights and ignore him, I reached down and opened the door.

Nick turned to me, pulling his hands out of his pockets. Those light green eyes dipped briefly, all the way to the tips of my fluffy sock-­covered feet and then back up. Seriously? Pressing my lips together, I folded my arms across my chest and cocked an eyebrow.

A faint pink bloomed on his cheeks and he offered a sheepish grin as he extended his hand. “Hi. I’m Nick Blanco.”

Uh, what? I eyed his hand and then my gaze flicked up.

“I was thinking that we could start over,” he continued, wiggling his fingers. “We kind of have gotten off to a bad start.”

“I think we got off ... to a very good start.”

The grin became amused. “Okay. That’s a good point. We did get off on a very good start.”

“But then you ruined it.” I shifted my weight from one foot to the next. “Really ruined it.”

Now the grin slipped a fraction. “You’re right. That’s why I’m here.” His fingers wiggled once more. “I want to start over.”

Suspicion seeded. Normally I wasn’t a paranoid or distrusting person, but I didn’t get the point in this. “Why?”

“Why?” he repeated, his hand still hovering between us.

I nodded. “Yeah, why? We hooked up. That’s all. And it seems to me that you’d be fine with never seeing my face again. That you prefer that, so why would you want to start over?”

My statement must’ve caught him off guard, because there wasn’t a faint flicker of a grin on his face now. “I ... I don’t know.”

Both my brows flew up. “You don’t know?”

He shook his head. “Normally, I would be fine with never seeing a girl’s face again. That’s the way it is—­the way I like it.”

My eyes widened. “Well ... at least you’re honest, but that kind of just reinforces my question.”

“I know.” Nick’s fingers danced again, beckoning me. “I just ... look, can I come in and talk? It’s kind of chilly out here and I really don’t think your neighbors appreciate our one-­in-­the-­morning conversation.”

I glanced over his shoulder and shifted my weight again. “I don’t know ...”

“You’re a hard one to crack.” He lowered his hand.

“I’m uncrackable, that’s why.”

His lips tipped up. “I don’t think uncrackable is a word.”

“What are you? The grammar police?”

The grin was now back, softening the harsher lines of his face. “I am that person who silently corrects everyone’s grammar.”

“Oh. Wow. So not only are you a dick, but you’re also an annoying dick.”

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