Page 25 of It's Just You

“Nice. No other way to say it. So just accept it. As long as you’re not tickling me, you’re nice.”

Kane grumbled something I couldn’t understand before asking, “Wanna get something to drink?”

“This is your house, and you’re asking me if I want to get something to drink?”

God, he was so fucking clueless. It was a little sexy, and definitely frustrating. “I meant like getting a drink somewhere else. A coke, a beer — no, wait, you have to work later, but maybe an ice cream or something?”

He blinked at me, and I saw it as comprehension started to dawn in his eyes. Maybe he wasn’t as oblivious as I’d thought, or maybe he just took a moment to process. “Now?”

“If you still have time, sure. If not, no worries, then any other time.” Why was I suddenly nervous?

“I… Now. Now is okay. I have…” He looked at his phone. “Another hour and a half or so. But Sam should be back soon…”

“It’ll be okay. I’m having fun with you.”

He placed his helmet on the bike, took mine, then nodded. “Let’s walk. I know a place just a couple of minutes away.”

What were we actually going to get, anyway?

He started walking. “I’m not sure if you’ve actually been to the diner. It only opened a year or so ago. We can get pretty much anything there.”

I nodded and walked alongside him, letting him lead the way.

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