Page 32 of Love Me Like It's Real
“No one locks their cars around here. Especially just to knock on your door.”
“Whatever,” I answer and get in, feeling slightly embarrassed.
“Hell, most people don’t even lock their front doors around here,” Hayworth continues as he climbs in too and turns the ignition on.
“That sounds dangerous. And stupid,” I tell him, although…isn’t that why I picked Maplewood? Because it’s such a welcoming, friendly place?
The problem is, even if I had gotten used to living in a small town, I would never not lock my doors. Not after what we’ve been through.
“Welcome to life in a small town,” he says and turns to me.
“What?” I ask.
“So…if we’re not going to my place, or to the make-out spot at the edge of town…”
I snort and shake my head. “Is sex all you think about?”
“I mean…” he shrugs with a smirk on his face. “Not all I think about, but it does come to mind when I’m with you.”
I snort again.
“Anyway…” he says. “Where am I driving to? Your girls are still watching us.”
I look through the windshield and the girls wave at us again.
Damn it.
I haven’t thought that far ahead. I just knew I couldn’t say no tonight. I haven’t actually put any brain power into figuring out what we’re actually doing on this date. I thought that was his job but clearly even that’s too much for Mr. Anti-Romance.
“I don’t know. Is there anywhere we can eat? This is a date, after all.”
I see him take a deep breath and bite his lip before he smiles and pulls out of my driveway.
“So, I know why I said yes. Why did you?” I ask him when we’re safely far away from the girls.
“Huh?”
“The date. Why did you agree to go on a date?” I start when I remember the disappointment in his eyes after I told him no sex. “Oh right. You wanted to hookup.”
He opens his mouth to protest then turns to me and grins and I respond by rolling my eyes.
“I’m just kidding. Well, not entirely.”
I glance back at him with a raised eyebrow.
“Your girls,” he says.
“Theyarestubborn.”
He chuckles. “That too. But it’s not that. It was how excited they were about it. I couldn’t disappoint them.”
“Really?” My shoulders drop and I turn to face him, but he keeps his eyes on the road. “Why?”
He shrugs.
“Other guys haven’t had a problem saying no to them.”
“‘Other guys’?” He side-eyes me.
