Page 61 of Unrivaled

But if Tiffany thinks I sound like I’m propositioning her, she doesn’t let on. “I’m fine with whatever,” she says softly. “What do you normally watch?”

WhatdoI normally watch?

Shrugging, I settle farther into my seat, propping one ankle on the opposite knee. “I dunno. Not much lately, to be honest. Between classes and practice and spending time with you and Ben, I haven’t watched much of anything in a while. When I want to veg late at night like this, I usually just put on something I’ve seen before so I don’t have to actually pay attention.”

I glance at her in time to catch a quick smile. “That sounds good to me. It’s been a long week. Whaddaya got?”

I open Netflix, and flip through the shows I’m most prone to rewatch—Schitt’s Creek, Community,andNew Girl.

“Oh, let’s doSchitt’s Creek,” she says, excitement clear in her voice.

I opt to start over from the very first episode. By the end of the episode, I notice that she’s tucked her knees inside her shirt.

Chuckling, I stand. “Want a blanket? I have one right here.”

She presses her lips together and wrinkles her nose, half embarrassed and half pleased. “That would be lovely, thank you.”

I shake out the quilt my grandma made me for high school graduation that I’d planned to use tonight and spread it over Tiffany.

She pulls it up around her and snuggles into the couch, then she looks at me as I sit back down and holds up a corner. “What about you? Do you want to share?”

My mouth opens, a denial on the tip of my tongue. I don’t need a blanket. I’m not cold. But she’s offering to share, and I’ve wanted nothing more than to be closer to her since she got here tonight. I’d be foolish to turn it down.

“Alright,” I say after what I hope isn’t too long of a pause.

She quirks an eyebrow, and I’m not sure if it’s more challenge or invitation. Either way, it’s clear the answer is to take the middle seat.

So I lift the blanket and slide over. I mean, what other choice do I have? The couch sinks under me, and my knees come up so that it feels almost like I’m sitting on the floor. But right now, I couldn’t care less.

We make it through another episode when Tiffany’s stomach growls—loudly.

Holding her stomach, she gives me that pursed lip, wrinkled nose look from before and busts out laughing.

“Getting hungry?” I ask, amusement tinging my voice. I can’t help it.

She nods. “I’m sorry. I know you weren’t planning on feeding me tonight. I don’t mean to impose.”

Waving a hand, I fight my way out of the couch so I can stand. “Don’t worry about it. I’m sure we can scrounge up something for you—you’ll have to choose between my super exciting meal plan options and kid food, though.”

“I’m easy,” she says. “Just hungry. I was too nervous at dinner to eat much, and that was hours ago now.”

The reminder of her date makes my gut clench with jealousy. Grunting in response, I head for the kitchen to see what I have that she might want. She was nervous about her date. Nervous enough that she didn’t eat much.

The fact that I get to feed her now makes that a little better. But only a little.

I open the fridge and stare inside without seeing anything. “So was the date worth the nerves?” I ask, trying to sound as casual as possible. She said I didn’t ruin it, which could be interpreted as meaning it didn’t go well. But I want specifics.

“Hmm?” she asks. “Oh. Um … not really. I mean, he was nice enough, but we didn’t really have chemistry. Still, it’s the first real date I’ve been on in a really long time, so … nerves.”

I grunt again, but force myself to say, “Makes sense.”

She laughs, soft and husky in a way that sends all my blood rushing south. “I’m sure you don’t have that problem.”

Closing the fridge, I turn to look at her. “What problem is that exactly?”

She waves a hand. “Finding dates. Going on dates. Nerves about first dates. Take your pick.”

Another grunt. Which prompts another of those low, sexy chuckles. Leaning back against the counter, I cross my arms over my chest and force myself to formulate some kind of intelligent response. “You seem to have the idea that I must be dating lots of women,” I say slowly after a moment.

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