Page 35 of The Matchmaker's Choice: A Lesbian Romance

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I also know that it’s entirely wrong and absolutely

ridiculous that I’m pleased to the point of feeling strangely

giddy inside at the fact that Stephanie didn’t like Jeff last

night. It’s the ultimate irony given that my job depends on it.

As I join her, she says, “This is a cool place. I noticed

that they have a really good sci-fi section over there.”

“Do you like reading science fiction?”

Steph stares at me blankly, but then she grins. “You

like it too?”

“Yes! I don’t know many people who really do, but

then, I’ll read just about anything. When I was in high school,

I never really liked going to parties or even hanging out with

people that often. I didn’t want to watch movies I wasn’t

interested in or bum around the mall or whatever. I was one of

those geeky kids who thought that reading was awesome and

I’d read a book a day, sometimes more. My mom would get

mad at me because I’d stay up all night reading and have to

drag my butt to school the next day. It got to the point where it

looked like I was into partying, that’s how often it happened.”

“Oh my god. I never thought that you could be geeky.

You don’t look geeky at all. I’m the one that’s the science

nerd. Even if you were, or are, geeky, though, that’s okay. I

don’t mind that at all.”

I smile back, even though Steph’s words make me wish

that she was here getting to know me as if we were on a date

of our own. That we were finding out about each other

because we were thinking of spending time together in the

future. Not just hanging out, but so, so much more.

I force myself to stop the wishful thinking and get out

my notes.

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