Page 70 of The 21-Day Boyfriend
I lift my eyes to meet his.
I wish it weren’t the case, but I’m scared that’s exactly what’s happening. I’m worried about him, about what could happen to his heart and how mine would react when this whole farce is over; when his sweet, profound gaze will be reserved for someone else.
“To tell you the truth, I don’t know what he wanted.” He looks forward now, out towards the road. “I’m guessing that seeing me with you drove him a bit mad.”
“So you’ve achieved your goal.”
“That wasn’t my goal.”
“What was, then?”
Eric sighs. “To be honest, I’m not even sure anymore.”
“Do you want… Do you want us to call it?”
He turns back to me.
“Well, if you have no more interest in making your ex jealous, then…”
“That was never what I wanted. It’s not what I want now.”
I swallow my anxiety and try to breathe. “What do you want now?”
Eric considers this for a moment. His eyes drop dangerously to my mouth. I bite my lip instinctively, as if trying to keep the adrenaline provoked by his gaze at bay.
If I’m not completely fucked, then I’m getting pretty close.
Eric looks at me again, in the eyes, this time. And it’s as if something is left in the air between us, waiting to be found.
I don’t know how much it’ll hurt, but I know I’m stupid enough to find out. Just not yet; not after tonight, which tastes like something I want to savour again and again.
“Goodnight, Eric.” I open the car door and step outside.
Eric leans forward in his seat. The streetlights illuminate those eyes, so full of life and expectation.
“Goodnight, Mr. Quinn.”
I close the door and head towards the door of my building, slipping the key into the lock and turning back, hoping to find him still parked up, waiting.
I wave and he does the same, before I disappear inside and close the door, letting my back rest against the wood. My hands are on my chest, calming a heart that won’t seem to stop dreaming.
20Sean
“Ithought you weren’t supposed to drink with your meds,” I say to my sister, who’s sipping the drink she’s just been served.
“It’s just a mimosa. I can handle it. Besides, I didn’t take my meds today.”
“And I told you, that’s not how it works.”
Mila looks at me. “I’m fine. Can’t you tell?”
“For tonight, maybe. But it won’t last long. You know how it goes.”
Mila shrugs and takes another sip. She’s been advised to steer clear of alcohol – and not just because it shouldn’t be mixed with her meds.
“What about your mysterious date?” My sister changes the subject. It’s her speciality.
“Mmm?”
