Page 62 of The 21-Day Boyfriend
“No, thanks.” I glance at my watch. “I have to go out and I’m already late.”
“Where are you going?”
“There’s an event at Trinity. The opening of the new library wing.”
“Are you going on your own?”
I don’t respond; I simply turn my back and head into my bedroom.
My sister follows.
“You didn’t ask me to go with you,” she says from the doorway, as I’m taking off my jacket.
“I don’t always ask you.”
“Yes, you do. Unless you have a date, which hasn’t happened in… Centuries.”
“You’re not funny.”
She sits on my bed and crosses her legs.
“Tell me everything about him.”
“There is no ‘him’.”
I open my wardrobe in search of something to wear.
“Do I know him?”
“No, because he doesn’t exist.”
“Why won’t you tell me anything?”
I sigh, resigned. I don’t want my sister to know what I’m doing.
“Because he’s irrelevant.”
“Your flings are never irrelevant.”
“It’s new. I don’t know how long it’ll last.”
“How many times have you been out?”
“A couple.”
“And you don’t know if you like him?”
“It’s not that.”
“You don’t think he likes you?”
I’m certain about that.
“I’m just being careful,” I interrupt her. Otherwise, Mila’s like a dog with a bone.
My sister gets to her feet and joins me in front of my wardrobe, wrapping her arms around me, her hands sliding around my torso. I stroke her hands and feel her smile on my back.
“Only an idiot would let you get away.”
