Page 43 of Just for Fun
I stare at him in surprise. I already forgot what we were talking about. This is not me at all.
“About what?” I ask.
“Lunch tomorrow,” he patiently reminds me. “You pick the place.”
“Uh, what day is it tomorrow?”
“Wednesday,” comes the prompt reply.
“Oh…” My eyes drop to this point on his neck where I can see his heart beating. “I already have plans for lunch.”
“Why don’t you cancel and meet with me instead?” he says in a teasing tone, but I can tell he means it.
“I couldn’t.” I shake my head at him. “It’s a weekly date that I never miss. For anyone,” I make sure to add.
Kyle’s brow furrows. “A date?”
“Yes, with my brother,” I explain. “I never miss it, no matter what.” I think about it for a second. “Well, only of he needs to cancel it.”
Kyle looks relieved by my answer. “How come he can cancel but not you?”
“Owen is a firefighter.” I straighten my shoulders with pride as I tell him about my brother. “He needs to cancel if there’s a call around the time we’re supposed to meet.”
“I see,” he nods in understanding. “And a very badass job your brother has.”
“He is amazing,” I agree.
We remain in silence, staring at each other, wondering what is about to happen next. I am silently wishing that he starts kissing me again. But I want it to be with the same passion as before. I liked that. A lot.
“How about breakfast?”
I almost want to jump up and down with excitement when I suggest that. I’ve never had a breakfast date before, and I feel giddy with it.
The look on Kyle’s face suggests that is not the best idea. “Breakfast?”
“Yes!” Then I decide to give him a taste of his own medicine. “It’s the first meal of the day. Before lunch, which we all know is at midday.”
“There is no way I can be up that early, babe. I’ll be up all night.”
I don’t get it. “You work in shifts?’
“No,” Kyle shakes his head. “I make my own schedule. But I like working at night the best. Creativity flows.”
“What creativity?” I ask just as my phone starts ringing.
I want to go get it, but I don’t want to let go of this man either. Unfortunately, that’s when his own cell rings, and he lets go of my hips. I am disappointed with how quickly he does that.
Kyle pulls out the phone from the pocket of his pants and frowns at whatever he sees on there. Since he let go of me, I am free to go check on my own phone, but I worry that he’ll walk out the door as soon as I am out of sight.
“Do you need to get that?” he asks when my phone stops ringing but starts again almost right away.
“I probably should.”
My voice comes out weird, whispery and confused. I take a step back, having every intention of checking on my phone. I am still not fast enough, though, and I realize that it stopped again. And now it’s ringing for the third time.
“It has to be important,” I tell Kyle and finally walk over to where I dropped my phone earlier. My eyes widen in surprise when I see who’s calling, and I suddenly feel weird about answering while I gave a man standing in my apartment.
“You’re not going to answer?”
