Page 26 of Butter My Biscuit

“I’mgonna kick your ass. Sometimes, you’re annoying, like a sibling.”

“I take that as a compliment,” he says, and that’s when I noticed he’s dressed nice.

“Wait, where did you go?”

He’s wearing black jeans and a collared shirt with a gray sweater over it. Then, I smell the hint of his cologne. It was a date.

“I met up with someone.”

“Really? That’s awesome. Hope it was one of the hotties I swiped right on.”

“It wasn’t, and you’ll never guess who it was.”

I make a face. “Wait, it’s someone we know?”

He chuckles. “Stephanie.”

“Prom queenStephanie?”

“Right?”

“Wow, I’d never have guessed her. I didn’t realize you two still spoke.”

Harrison and Stephanie were high school sweethearts too. She took his virginity. Not that I was jealous or anything. Or was I?

“We check in every once in a while, but it’s been years since we’ve sat down and talked. I posted a photo of the hot tub the other night with a caption that said something about a starless sky in Houston. She messaged me early this morning and asked if I wanted to have brunch. I’d forgotten she had an office here.”

“Wow. I did too. But that’s amazing. Well, how was it? How is she?”

He opens the fridge and pulls out the milk jug. Notices it’s soy, then returns it. “She’s great. Looks the same. Still has the same sense of humor. It brought me back.” He pauses for a brief moment, smiling like he’s recalling a memory. “She broke it off with her fiancé.”

“Whoa. Wasn’t he some big lawyer at a firm or something? I remember her mama telling me in the grocery store over the summer.”

“Yeah. He was. Apparently, it only lasted three months. Seeing her was a happy surprise.”

“Oh God, did you hook up?”

“Not yet. Imightsee her later tonight though.”

“You should, for old times’ sake,” I encourage. “I mean, isn’t she the one who got away?”

“I don’t think I’ve ever said that.”

He pops a brow, but I know he hasn’t dated anyone seriously since they broke up and she moved away for college. After her, his bedroom rules began, and he’s avoided commitment like the plague, like he’s waiting for someone.

“Hmm, I guess I always thought it was her.”

“You know what assuming does?”

“Hush up. She’s the only girl you dated for a long time.”

“It’s been nine years,” he reminds me.

“Yeah, it’s worth seeing if there’s still something there, somewhere. Try to rekindle an old flame.”

He shrugs. “We’ll see what happens. Would be wild though. After all these years, getting back together? Oh, we took a selfie.”

Harrison pulls his phone from his pocket and unlocks it. Then, he walks over and shows me.

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