Page 129 of The Jerk in Apartment 1B

“I thought Scott was your ex-boyfriend,” Frank says.

“He is.” I keep my eyes on Scott. “But I was hoping we’d get back together. Because I really like him, and I miss him.”

“Miss him?” Rose yells. “Doesn’t he live next door to you?”

“I’ve missed you too,” Scott says, stepping closer to me. “And I’m not moving away.”

“You’re not?”

“Not if you want me to stay.”

“I don’t understand. Bridget said you were moving. She said you were flying to California today. Why are you here?”

“I ran out of shaving cream.”

I roll my eyes. “Not the store. Why are you still in New York?”

“There’s heavy fog in San Francisco. All the flights there were canceled.”

“I’ve heard about that fog,” Frank says. “Sounds like it gets pretty bad.”

“So you aren’t moving?” I ask Scott, ignoring Frank’s weather comment.

“They’d like me to. My old company needs some help while they look for a new CEO. I have to give them an answer tomorrow.”

“Is that why you wanted to talk to me? To tell me you were moving?”

“I wanted to talk to you to tell you I’m not ready to end this. I want us to try again. For real this time. No fake boyfriend. No casual dating. I want to go all in.”

“Fake boyfriend?” Frank mutters. “I’m so confused.”

I gaze up at Scott. “You really want this? Are you sure?”

“I’m sure.” He smiles. “Are you?”

“Of course she’s sure,” Frank says. “Didn’t you hear that whole speech she made about missing you?” He huffs. “I don’t get you kids these days. Always making things so complicated.”

“I think that means we’re back together,” Scott says to me, glancing at Frank.

“You should kiss her!” Rose yells from the register, which shocks me because I never would’ve guessed Rose would be the romantic type.

“I really should,” Scott says. He pulls me toward him and kisses me, right in front of Frank, in the middle of the store, where all the customers can see us.

“Okay, you two, that’s enough,” Frank says.

It’s not enough. It’ll never be enough. I could kiss Scott over and over again and it’d never be enough. He’s a really good kisser.

Scott lets me go. “What time do you get off?”

“Oh, just get out of here,” Frank says to me. “You won’t be getting any work done after this.”

“Thanks, Frank,” Scott says.

“I’ll be right back.” I race to the break room to get my stuff, and when I get back to the store, Scott’s at the register, buying his shaving cream.

I go over there as he hands Rose some cash.

“You guys gonna get married?” she asks, chomping on her gum.

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