Page 38 of The Hookup Situation

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Blaire

He should be.

Another text comes through.

Nick

Thanks for today.

He sends me a picture of an oversized bowl of Cinnamon Toast Crunch.

Nick

Girl dinner.

Julie

Happy for you.

Nick

Happy for us.

I set my phone down and head to my bedroom, already planning what I’ll wear in the morning for our yoga session.

I pull out a sports bra and some sexy leggings with cutouts on the thighs.

For the rest of the night, I’m going to let myself enjoy the flutter in my stomach when I think about his hand on my back, the way he said, “She’s the keeper,” and how he listened to me talk about apples and cereal like it mattered.

I shouldn’t be enjoying myself this much with him, but I am. And I don’t give a single damn about it. Neither does he.

7

NICK

I’m awake at five fifteen a.m., staring at the ceiling of the Riverside cabin, wondering what possessed me to suggest sunrise yoga.

The truth is, I haven’t felt this alive in years. Yesterday, walking through a grocery store with Julie, letting her teach me about the foods that brought her joy, was the most normal and extraordinary thing I’d done in decades. I felt like a real person instead of the hollow corporate ghost I’d become in Manhattan.

My phone dings on the nightstand.

Asher

You’re up early. Even for you.

Nick

How did you know I was awake?

Asher

You’re active on Instagram. When did you start liking posts about pumpkin recipes?

I check my activity.

Shit. I’ve been subconsciously liking every post from Cozy Coffee’s account for the past twenty minutes.

Nick

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