Page 106 of The Fake Out Flex

"Thanks. But I rented a car. You can walk me to your front door."

So I do.

We kiss again.

I watch as he walks down the stairs until he's gone, then I race back inside, tugging the curtain wide open.

He stops walking to his car and looks up at me.

I wave.

He waves back.

I don't leave my spot by the window for a good five minutes after he's driven off.

At the end of the night, I get ready for bed, unable to get my mind off him.

It's official.

My crush on Fraser has returned with a vengeance.

Truth be told, it may never have really left.

Forcing myself to get some shut-eye, I find myself reminiscing about the past, my thoughts floating back to the night I first realized I had a crush on him…

Seven years ago, Evie's bedroom…

Fraser and I are in what's become our usual position—lying on my bedroom floor.

I got sick of him always sitting so far away from me, so a few weeks ago, I lay down on the floor after a meal, and he joined me.

This is our go-to position for whenever he comes over now. It's nice…and a little odd at the same time.

We're closer, but still never touching. I'm starting to suspect Fraser's keeping some space between us on purpose, which is gentlemanly of him. I can respect that, I guess.

But I like being near him.

We're currently staring up at the ceiling, passed out after gorging on an In-N-Out and malasada feast.

Ever since he introduced me to those delicious pastries, I've become addicted. I've hunted down the best malasadas in the county. They're in a bakery two towns over. Fraser drove there just to fetch them for me before coming over.

It's a Wednesday night.

Our sixth Wednesday, not that I'm counting or anything.

This is the pattern we've fallen into.

He brings the food, I show him the bracelets I'm working on.

I give him a few pointers I picked up from watching him at practice—and yes, I'm being nicer and more considerate of his feelings…or at least trying to.

He fills me in on whatever stuff has been going on with him.

I mainly talk.

He mainly listens.

But he's starting to open up, too, telling me about some of the stuff going on at school, at practice, with his brothers and Dawn.

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