Page 106 of Sparks
I let out a sigh and Beth spoke up. “Honestly, there are a lot of new guys on there lately and I keep thinking, ‘Oh, this guy looks like someone nice for Harlow.’”
Skepticism caused me to narrow my eyes at her, but Beth continued to smile hopefully.
“I think it’s time,” Holly said. I thought about what Silas had said last night about how it was time for him too. Was he really on there?
“Fine.” I crossed my arms and eyed Holly. “I’ll reopen my account if you go on too.”
Her face went pale against her brown hair. “Uh…I actually have a date with someone.”
I raised my brows, remembering a key bit from last night. “Dean?”
She made a scared face. “Are you okay with that? I know you guys had matched, and you looked happy when you were talking to him—”
“Holly, that’s great!” And I meant it. She visibly relaxed, then smiled.
“I didn’t see you talking to anyone,” Beth said.
“It’s while everyone was dancing,” I said, not wanting to bring up the fact that Beth had been on a bad date with him.
I thought about Silas again and morbid curiosity slinked through me. Would I come across his account? If he was on there, he probably had a thousand matches and at least as many naked pictures by now. Would he go through a man-whore phase? Would he meet someone and fall in love quickly? Suddenly my stomach felt unsettled again.
“Why are you making that face?” Willa asked with a laugh. I schooled my expression.
“Fine, I’ll join again.” But not so I could date. Yet. I wanted to stalk Silas, and I kind of hated that I was setting myself up for heartache again. “I’m going to go lie down first.”
They all watched me, so I smiled to show I was fine.
“So, Willa,” Holly said. “Tell us all about this big, sexy specimen.” She held up her phone and I dashed into the bedroom as Willa took the phone and began to exclaim how stupid she looked and why was she smiling like that, and she was going to kill me for taking it.
Inwardly I laughed like a maniac.
I lay on my soft pallet and sighed as I opened the Sparks app and turned my account back to Active. I updated my profile and exchanged the older pics for newer ones. And then I began to look through the prospects.
Rhea came in wrapped in a towel from her shower. “Ooh, are you on that app? See anyone cute?”
I groaned. “Not yet.”
“Well,” she said, pulling some pants on. “Don’t give up. Let us know if you find anyone awesome.” She tugged on a shirt and blew me a kiss before walking out. Why was everyone being so chipper and positive about this stupid app? I could not get on board with their attitudes.
Let’s just say I was feeling extremely picky and doing awhooolelot of swiping left. I swiped for a good hour, my hand going numb, switching sides, then switching back. I was swiping left so quickly that I nearly didn’t stop myself in time when I came across an absolutely gorgeous face. My whole body jolted at the sight of those dark eyes, waved-back dark hair, and cleft chin. The air in my lungs sputtered, making my heart go momentarily erratic.
Silas.
Here it was. He really did make an account.
I closed my eyes a second to compose myself. He was my friend. He had every right to date and seek happiness. It’s okay that he didn’t like me like that anymore. We were both in a bad place when we had our moment and our date. I should not feel so crazed at the sight of him on this dating app, right? I sucked in a deep breath until my chest felt tight, then exhaled it slowly. Then I allowed myself to look at his profile.
He only had the one picture. I’d never seen it before. He was more handsome than ever in casual clothes sitting on a grassy hill with people milling all around him. It looked like an outdoor concert or something. I stared at it for way, way too long. This was torture. Why was I doing this to myself?
Slowly, I scrolled through his facts. I knew all of them already. And then I got to his bio and couldn’t breathe as I began to read.
Pilot. Divorced. Unattached. No kids but want someday. Looking for something fun, yet meaningful. I prefer a relationship where we can laugh together one moment and tear each other’s clothes off the next. Both friends and lovers. I prefer a woman who is tenderhearted and honest. A woman who knows what she deserves and will not settle for less. A woman who’s willing to jump on a spontaneous flight to Paris.I gasped.A woman with an extensive knowledge of penis synonyms.And above all, she must have a killer resting bitch face.
I screamed and dropped my phone, covering my mouth, then screamed again as I leapt to my feet, “You guys!” My feet were prancing in place as my friends came running into the room, their faces expectant.
“Did you see it?” Willa yelled.
“I—!” I tried to speak. “He!” I pointed to the phone and Holly snatched it up.
