Page 82 of It's Not PMS, It's You
“Both!” I threw my hand over my mouth, because it was evident my mouth was much bigger than Nick’s. I removed my hand. “Neither. That’s what I meant.”
He shook his finger at me. “You already put it out there. You can’t take it back now.” He chuckled. “Anyway, my point is that I’ve got your back. That’s what friends are for.”
“Friends?”
“Of course. We’re friends, right?”
“I . . .”
“I mean, I know I drive you crazy, but is that reallyallmy fault? And come on, this is the second meal we’re sharing in two days. This is getting pretty serious.” He laughed.
“First of all, we’re notsharinga meal.”
Nick looked up, studying me. “Look, you don’t have to be my friend. Nobody is twisting your arm. I’m just telling you I would like to be friends.”
He flashed that grin again that seemed to always debilitate my brain.
I huffed. “Fine. We’re friends.”
Nick shook his head. “You are wound up so tight you’re going to snap. Did you ever do the exercises in front of the fountain?”
I sat up in my chair. “Yes. I can’t believe I didn’t tell you, but it wasamazing. And afterwards, it felt like I had a buzz.”
Nick nodded, smiling. “I love that feeling. It’s like theSavasanaposition at the end of a yoga class. Pure bliss. How long did you do it?”
“Honestly, it was only for a few minutes.”
“Hey, that’s all it takes. Even two or three minutes is better than nothing. You can gradually increase your time and benefit even more.”
“I will. And thanks for sharing it with me.”
“My pleasure. And now that we’re best friends, I don’t mind sharing something else with you.”
“Best friends . . .” I laughed, but then stopped myself because it felt weird.
I honestly couldn’t remember the last time I laughed with a man. With Dee, yes, all the time, but with the opposite sex? I was drawing a blank.
Nick gestured to my face. “Laughing looks good on you.”
I didn’t know how to respond to that.
“Okay, here we go.” Nick grabbed one of the two remaining pieces of the Dragon Roll on his plate, dipped it in the soy sauce, and held it in the air toward my mouth, carefully keeping his other hand underneath just in case something dripped or fell. “Open up.”
I stared at the piece of sushi. “What makes you think I want that?”
He raised an eyebrow. “Iknowyou want it.”
I was seriously starting to think that my hunch of him having some form of male intuition was true. Because I did want it. Badly.
But then I thought of Bagel Barney and how he held that piece of calamari in front of my mouth at Jack’s restaurant, only to pull it away.
Nick wouldn’t do that.
It was odd that my gut was confident of what Nick would or wouldn’t do, even after his surprising behavior today. I did trust the man completely.
“Come on.” Nick moved the piece of sushi closer to me, his grin even wider.
I hesitated, but then moved forward, opening my mouth.
