Page 48 of The Hookup Situation
“What?”
“My bossiness.”
“No,” he tells me. “I appreciate it.”
That makes me smile.
Nick follows me to my closet, still carrying Fernando.
“Friends help each other pick out outfits,” I say, flipping through dresses. “What should I wear?”
“I don’t know,” he says.
I stop and look at him. “Haven’t you ever had a female friend?”
“Not like this,” he admits.
“You’re missing out. This is where all the best gossip happens.” I pull out two dresses. “Which one?”
“Either one,” he says.
“What’s your favorite color?” I ask, shoving them back onto the rack as my eyes scan across the many colors.
“Green,” he says without hesitation. “Like the color of your eyes.”
I grin and pull out my emerald silk dress. “Turn around.”
“Seriously?”
“Unless you want a show.”
“I mean …”
“Nick!”
He turns, covering his eyes with Fernando. “The llama sees nothing.”
I drop the towel and slip into the dress quickly. “Okay.”
He turns back, and his mouth falls open slightly. “That’s … you’re …”
“Words are sometimes hard.”
“You’re going to cause accidents.”
“Don’t flatter me,” I say with a laugh.
“Honest.” He sets Fernando down and moves closer. “You look incredible.”
“It’s just a dress.”
“It’s never just anything with you.” He reaches out, fingers barely grazing the silk at my waist. “Tonight will be torturous.”
“Why?” I ask, picking up the towel and doing my best to dry my hair.
“Because I’ll have to perform through dinner, pretending you’re mine as everyone wishes you were theirs.”
I laugh. “So, sell it. Let them know I’m yours. Give no doubts.”
