Page 25 of Experiments in Love
It was hard…not easy.
“Yes. This made me very happy.” I hadn’t even needed to ask him for help. He’d just been patient and stepped in to fix shit before I’d gotten overwhelmed. “I’m very impressed so far.”
And I was starting to wish I’d met him a lot earlier in my dating history.
Anson smiled but it wasn’t his sexy, teasing one. “I’m glad I’m making you happy but I’m a little upset that it’s this easy to make you happy. Bad dates, huh?”
“Yes.” And bad decisions and bad relationships too. “But that is turning around.”
Even if we didn’t work out, he was proof that there were real humans who could make good impressions on dates.
I just hadn’t found them before.
“Good.” Looking brighter, he leaned back in the booth and stretched his foot out so his leg rubbed against mine. “Okay, more questions for you. Art, history, or games?”
Oh.
“Um, history over art. Games equal to history depending on the activity. Games over art unless I can touch things.” Keeping my hands to myself was hard. What else? “Oh, doing history over reading history. Loud games over something quiet and thoughtful. And I don’t have the personality for Monopoly. I’m just saying it’s a bad idea.”
How people played that without killing each other, I had no idea.
Trying not to laugh, Anson pressed his lips together and nodded. “Okay. Movie or TV show?”
“Ugh. That’s too hard. It depends. Funny means short, so TV show. Sci-fi or fantasy means movie. TV shows just can’t do it right on a budget. Romance is books. Watching people pretend to fall in love is weird.” Very weird. Most actors didn’t seem to like each other enough to make that believable.
“How can you have all those opinions and still couldn’t figure out what you wanted for breakfast?” Anson’s grin made me shrug. “When I even made you extra hungry.”
He had.
He’d done that very well.
“I like being extra hungry.” He hadn’t even made me figure out what to do with my hands.
Touch his head?
Pet his hair?
Hold him more firmly?
Not touch him at all?
“I’m glad but you realize I’m going to have questions at some point, right?” He laughed when I shrugged again. “Yep, that’s what I thought you would do.”
“Decisions are hard.” There were just so many to make. “And then I might get it wrong.”
Yes, sometimes it wasn’t worth it to decide anything.
“I can understand that.” Anson said he understood but he made decisions very confidently. “Are there any decisions you like making?”
“Oh, that’s a good question.” He just kept asking them. “Um, I don’t know? But I’ll think about it?”
He didn’t seem to mind my blank brain and chuckled. “You need food before I make you think too much more.”
Oh yes.
“We got…” Had to be careful or Francis would get pissed at me. “We got lots of exercise this morning.”
Yes. That was a good way to say it.
