Page 105 of Hooking Up
Mmm. He's way too good at this.
Walker takes a half step backward. He intertwines his fingers with mine and leads me up the path.
This is more of a stroll than a hike. Not that I'm complaining. The speed is just right. My blood is pumping. My body is buzzing with endorphins. With thatyes, this is what I should be doingfeeling.
With desire.
God, he has a nice ass. Strong legs. Broad shoulders. He's like a magazine model. He's so fine it hurts.
Lily would be so jealous. And so happy for me.
If she was willing to talk to me.
Nope. Not going there. I'm not here to dwell on past mistakes. I'm here to enjoy the fresh air and the view. "You come here a lot."
"No. Haven't been in forever."
"You don't bring women here for a picnic and a fuck?"
His lips curl into a smile. "I don't usually leave the apartment."
"Ah."
"Ah?" He arches a brow. Copies my tone. "How does that make you feel, Ms. Avery?"
"That was not a shrinkah."
He nods.
"Maybe a little."
He holds his hands close together then pulls them apart in thea lotgesture.
"When's the last time you went on an actual date?"
"Depends on the definition."
"Like this."
"We don't do dates."
We don't. That's a rule. But we're here. And this is clearly a date. Or… Well… "You're going to make me come. That makes this a hookup."
He smiles and shakes his headwhatever you want to tell yourself. "It's been a while."
"Just swiping right?"
"You know dating apps?"
"I know of them."
"You dumped your ex at Christmas?"
"Yeah."
"So, it's been four months."
"About that." Have I really been sober for almost four months? And single for longer? It's hard to believe. The last three years are one blur of shitty jobs, bad friends, and Ross, all dulled by the magic of opiates and booze.
