Page 36 of Still Love You

"I don't have much of a choice when the girl I love refuses to date me, now or in the future."

"I'm on a date with you right now!" she yells, then scowls for doing so, like she's mad at herself.

Willow can turn from hot to cold in seconds and I love that about her. She's always surprising me. I never know how she's going to react. When I picked her up at her dorm, she was more even-keeled, trying to hide any and all emotion. But after just a few hours with me, she was back to the Willow I know, with her outbursts that come out of nowhere. It's funny how I bring that out in her, even after all this time.

As we're sitting at a stoplight, I say, "So if this is a date, then can I call you my girlfriend?"

"No," she blurts out.

"Why not?"

She crosses her arms. "Because it's inappropriate. We're friends. That's it."

"Friends who go on dates. And kiss. And wear sexy outfits upon request." I chuckle. "That's my kind of friend."

Her lips turn up just slightly. "Fine. Call me your girlfriend. For one night. That's it."

"If I'm calling you my girlfriend, then I'm going to treat you like my girlfriend." I reach over and put my hand on her exposed thigh. "And just so you know, I'm very affectionate with my girlfriends."

Her leg twitched when I touched it, but then relaxed. Now she's breathing fast, but trying to hide it by looking out the side window. She hasn't removed my hand from her leg so I leave it there as I drive.

So Willow is my girlfriend for the night. This should be fun.

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