Page 70 of Fear of Intimacy

“Oh, Friday night plans.” I could practically hear the smirk in Wyatt’s voice. No doubt thinking I was going out to hook up with someone. If only they knew that person was Tasha.

“Yep.”

Tasha only had one patient this morning, so as soon as I got home, showered, and changed, I was taking her out. It was going to be our first date, and I had big plans for it.

Yesterday, when I told her I was taking her out today, she got so giddy. She asked me at least a dozen times what we were doing until she finally gave up when I wouldn’t reveal anything. But I knew she was going to love it.

“Apparently, Tasha is going out tonight too,” Wyatt said, looking at me as if to gauge my reaction. To see if I would be jealous or not. If it wasn’t me that she was going out with, I probably would have been. “I overheard Josie on the phone with her this morning.”

“Oh?” I tried to make myself sound curious as I headed over to my cubby to take my hockey gear off.

“Josie said Tasha hasn’t dated in a long time and wouldn’t tell her who it was. Have you guys heard anything?”

“Not a clue but Mila may know,” Bryton said as I shook my head, trying my hardest not to grin like an idiot.

Grabbing the back of my soaked white T-shirt, I yanked it over my head and threw it near my bag. Behind me, I Wyattand Bryton changed, so I made quick work of putting on my other shirt. If either of them looked at my back, they would have seen scratches all over it, courtesy of my little blonde spitfire.

I made quick work of changing and putting my gear away. The sooner I got home and ready, the sooner I got to see my girl.

“I’ll catch you guys later,” I said, grabbing my bag as I headed for the exit. “Tell the girls hi for me.” Before they could respond, I walked through the doors.

I had to get ready for a date.

“You still aren’t goingto tell me what we’re doing?” Tasha asked again. I shook my head, keeping my eyes on the road.

I could understand her curiosity, though. We’d been on the road for almost an hour, each mile getting farther away from Toronto.

Tasha let out a sigh and laid her head back, looking out the window. With my hand on the steering wheel and the other on her thigh, I glanced over with a soft grin. While it was only noon, the sun was mostly blocked by gray clouds. A few rays of sunshine broke through, hitting Tasha just right. From where I was sitting, she looked stunning. Like an angel, sunlight ricocheted off her face and body where it was able to slip through the windows.

I took my hand off her thigh but she didn’t even notice, too busy staring at the passing trees. Even though I knew it was against the law, I reached for my phone next to me in the console. There were only a few other cars on the road with us and no one close.

Clicking the camera icon, I brought my phone up and quickly snapped multiple photos of Tasha. She was too beautiful not to photograph.

My thumb clicked away as I took shot after shot, not even sure how many I took as I kept glancing at the road in front of us. Tasha turned to look at me but I didn’t stop.

“Are you taking pictures of me?” She smiled. I snapped a photo at that exact moment, getting that gorgeous smile of hers.

After one more picture I finally put my phone down. I would gladly fill my phone with photos of her.

“My turn.” Before I could protest, Tasha snatched my phone and aimed it at me.

“Really?” I raised an eyebrow at her, tilting my head to the side.

“Yep.” She beamed at me on the other side of the camera. I could only grin back. She really had no idea what she did to me.

I was no stranger to a camera. I'd done multiple photoshoots for magazines, billboards, as well as ones for the team, but having Tasha take pictures of me was different. It felt more personal.

I let Tasha take picture after picture. If she wanted me to pose a certain way, I did so without saying a word—well, as much as I could with being behind the wheel. When she seemed satisfied with the pictures she got, she finally put the phone away. Leaning back against the headrest, I glanced over to find her eyes still on me.

“What?”

“Nothing. Just watching.”

“You know that’s kinda creepy, right? Just staring at someone as they drive.” I retorted.

“You won’t tell me where we’re going, so I gotta entertain myself somehow,” Tasha said with a shrug.

“There’s a radio right there.”

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