Page 51 of Flirtasaurus
“Okay.”
“Okay.”
“‘You know, sweet isn’t typically what I’m known for.”
“Maybe people haven’t gotten to know you as well as they should then. Because from what I can tell? There’s a whole world inside you.”
I suddenly feel my face getting hot.
“Am I blushing? Ew, is this what blushing feels like? I thought blushing was supposed to be this precious moment when a Jane Austen-type heroine becomes somehow even more beautiful when an extra speckling of pretty pink attaches itself to her already adorable rosy cheeks. So, if this is blushing, then why do I feel like a red-faced Rottweiler?”
“You don’t look like a red-faced Rottweiler. I can assure you of that.”
Thump-bump.
Thump-bump.
Thump-bump.
“You know, I looked closer at my employment contract this morning,” he says softly.
“Ha. So did I.”
“Nothing in there about fraternization.”
“Yeah, I didn’t see anything either.”
“You seemed pretty worried about that last night.”
“I was, yeah.”
“So… I think it’s perfectly okay for us to hang out.”
“Hang out?”
“Sure.”
“Is that all you want, though? To just hang out?”
“Well, yeah. What did you think I wanted… to get married?”
“No! Hell, no! You were just so sweet to me last night, that I—”
“Figured you had to beat me out of your apartment before I fell madly in love with you and derailed all of your plans for scientific excellence and eventual world domination?”
“Sort of. Yeah,” I say a bit shamefully.
“Chill, Callie. I have plans too. We can just… see where things go.”
“See where things go…” I repeat.
“Yeah. Sound good?”
I get brave and look into his eyes for a moment.
“Yeah. Sounds good.”
“Good. So. You always been like this?”
