Page 37 of When You Least Expect It
“So, you...you get hit on at work all the time?”I asked, needing clarification because I didn’t like to share.
Calista just shrugged.“I wouldn’t say it like that.Just that...that I’ve been asked out enough times that...well, most of the guys at these places know that I will say no.”
“I can’t say that I’m okay with the idea of guys hitting on you all the time,” I told her bluntly.“So, we’re going to have to figure something out there.”
The woman’s hazel eyes widened.“You want me to quit my job?”
“No,” I rushed out laughing.“Don’t be ridiculous.”
“Well, then what in the hell did you mean?”
“I just meant that...that if you end up letting me kiss you at the end of our date, I might have to buy you a ring or something to show that your taken.”
Her beautiful eyes got even wider.“Have you lost your mind?I’m not going to wear a fake wedding ring or whatever you’re thinking.”
“We can always go get matching tattoos,” I suggested, just throwing out ideas.“We can get each other’s names inked across our necks.”
The woman looked like she was going to tip out of her seat.“Why can’t I just tell them that I have a boyfriend?Why isn’t that acceptable?”
“The word husband packs a bigger punch,” I answered, shrugging like it was no big deal to pretend that we were married.
“You’ve got issues, Myer Justus,” she stated as she pointed her dessert fork at me.“Serious ones.”
I just grinned.“I never said that I didn’t.”
Luckily for my chances at landing this woman, dessert was quickly finished before we headed on home, and it really was convenient that she lived just next door.In fact, maybe the city would let us submit a petition to combine our houses once we exchanged I love yous.
I pulled into my driveway, then got out to open the door for her.Silently, I walked Calista to her front door, and it was hard not to feel like a teenage boy with his first crush.My heart was beating wildly inside my chest, and while I knew that there’d be no sex tonight, I really wanted that fucking kiss.
“So, I guess this is it,” Calista mumbled, and I had no idea if her choice of wording was a good thing or a bad thing.
“I guess so,” I agreed.
Then she leaned up on her tiptoes, grabbed my face in her hands, then kissed my cheek.
Well, fuck.
