Page 42 of A Game Plan for Love

And it’s bothersome.

Me: Why don’t you ever text me?

Mistake. The text was a mistake. I’m staring down the proof of my idiotic choices when a response appears.

Declan: I wasn’t sure I could.

Me: Why?

Declan: Truthfully?

Me: No. Lie to me.

That was sarcasm. I want the truth.

Declan: Picked up on that.

I can’t tell what you want.

But also, you make me nervous, and I’m not used to that.

Me: What?

Imakehimnervous?

Declan: We went on a date, and I had a great time. You and Nora are incredible. But I don’t want to push or cross boundaries or make any assumptions.

Why don’t you text me?

He reverses the question, and all it does is show we’re in the same boat—two people with no idea what’s happening.

Me: I didn’t know if I could.

Declan: You can.

Me: Can I ask you something?

I roll over in bed, burrowing deeper into the covers and allowing the giddy sensation to wash over me. Texting him like this feels like a silly high school crush.

Declan: Anything.

Me: What’s your favorite color?

Declan: Purple. Why?

Me: It feels like something I should know.

Can I tell you something?

Declan: Always.

Me: Our date at Olive Garden was the best date I’ve ever been on.S

Sure, I was wearing an insane outfit, and I could barely speak because I was so nervous, but I had fun. Nora did, too. And it was because of him.

Declan: Oh, my sweet Adeline, the bar is so low. I witnessed your last date.

My sweet Adeline.Shit, I do not like how those words make my heart flutter.

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