Page 65 of Sweet on You
She laughed, throwing her head back. “I like you latke.”
I swallowed, emotion and affection for this woman consuming me. It was almost too much. I’d laughed more this week than I had in years, and it was all because of Ronnie. All humor suddenly drained from the situation and I found myself tingly and hot all over. “I think I’m falling for you, Ronnie.”
Her laughter subsided, her face draining of its flush. “What?”
“I said… I think I’m falling in love with you.”
Her lips parted, but she said nothing. Not for several seconds until finally, “That’s… that’s not a pancake pun.”
I exhaled a laugh. “No. No, it’s not.”
She swallowed so hard that I could visibly see her throat working. “It’s also not going slow.” Finally, snapping out of her haze, she grabbed her towel and wiped at her face, smoothing her unruly curls behind her ears. “God, Lex, we’ve only been hanging out a week—”
“I know, but we’ve known each other two years, Ronnie. This has been a long time coming—”
“You’re going to be late for your meeting,” she said.
“Right.” I looked up at the clock, noting that I still had plenty of time to shower and get there. “I-I’m sorry if I shouldn’t have said that—”
“It’s okay, Lex.” Her voice was soft and she kept staring at the towel ringing in her hands. “I’ll… I’ll see you tomorrow for breakfast.”
I nodded and left. She said it was okay, but it felt far from okay. And I couldn’t help but feel like I had screwed everything up in a single fleeting moment.
