Page 138 of Talk Nerdy To Me
I nod, locking my knees into place when it feels like they’re trying to fail me.
“So this is what you do when you’re not locked in a room with me during every unoccupied moment,” he adds, throwing a surprising shift in the conversation.
“Among other things,” I say without really thinking about it. “C-congratulations on the tour. I heard it did well.”
He nods slowly. “We’ll talk about that later. I can see you’re busy right now.”
Talk about it later? No. No. I can’t talk about anything at all later with him. It’s clear, given my natural response and the inane fluttering in my stomach, that he’s still going to be a very large issue for me.
“No need,” I assure him. “I kept up. I follow your pages, and Vince’s too. And where I can, I even have my notifications set to alert me about when you post—”
Harley makes a slicing motion over her throat that is a clear signal for me to stop talking.
I swallow the rest of my words.
His grin just grows. “Are you free for dinner tonight?”
“Nope,” I say without hesitation. “I have a date.”
He nods, still smiling.
“Okay then. I’ll just see you when I see you.”
He’s back? He’s not supposed to be back. They’re…they’re…they’re supposed to go to where Vince lives, and I can’t even think of where that is because my brain hurts so much right now.
“Bye, Britt,” he tells me, and I just hold a hand up, standing awkwardly in place as he backs out.
Bo follows him, shrugging at me when I cast what I can only assume must be a panicked look at her.
The door shuts behind her, and I realize I’ve been holding my breath when I release the harsh one that’s been trapped. It’s painful when I suck in fresh air.
“Ah, hell,” Harley says on a sigh as she looks over at me.
“If someone who looks like that is passed over because you have a date, can I at least see a picture of this guy you’re going out with? I’ll regrow my hymen if that’s what it takes to be you right now,” Bora states dryly.
“That’s a physical impossibility, and my hymen is no longer a participating factor,” I tell her as I shakily lift my phone, pulling up the student website and finding Maxwell’s picture to show her.
Bora’s face falls when she examines it. “He must be hung like horse.”
Harley just shakes her head and covers her face.
“It’s a first date, so I wouldn’t know. I’m currently moving into the phase of my life where it’d be healthy to form a sexual relationship with a partner who can also be a friend outside of my comfort zone.”
“This guy isn’t far from moving on to post grad work, Britt. He’s right inside your comfort zone,” Harley interrupts.
I don’t say anything as I quickly start pulling on clothes that cover me, my cognitive functions slowly recovering.
“Oh, so the pretty guy with the bad boy grin left you with some serious heartbreak. Got it. Been there,” Bora says as though the universe makes sense again before she walks out.
“He was supposed to be mad at me,” I remind Harley very quietly.
“Yeah, you were such a bitch,” she agrees with a dry tone.
The door opens, and Bo walks back in with a small grin on her face.
“What was that about?” Harley asks her.
“He was just apologizing to my staff for his outburst before he left for their tour,” she says. “And the rest of them were waiting out there to apologize to me as well. Then they all thanked me. I guess the tour was good for them.”
