Page 55 of Crazy About Love (All About Love)

“It’s such a tough decision.”

“I’m sure the hourlong train ride home is more than enough time for them.”

“True. But as we learned from last time, there’s no guarantee that they’ll be clothed.”

I press my lips together and nod. I’ve seen far too much of Landon—and Liz, for that matter. Last time Alec and I walked in, they were playing crazy eights buck naked. Liz called it their afterplay. I call it the killer of boners.

We step out onto the gorgeous street in Times Square, Alec’s favorite place in the whole wide world. I don’t think I’ve seen him at this spot without a giant grin on his face. I really can’t blame him; I feel that way in a bubble bath.

My phone buzzes, and Alec eyes me as I look at it. Oh, right—I forgot he’s not a fan of people “in their phones” and not “in the moment.”

“Sorry…habit.” I go to push it back into my pocket.

“Nah, it’s all right.” He looks back at the billboards and lights. “I’m in the zone.”

A small giggle rolls through my stomach and I peek at the text.

Hey, gorgeous. I’m so lonely.

“Booty call?” Alec asks, happy smile turning into a teasing one. It presses in the dimple on his right cheek.

“Yep.” I shut off the screen, wishing I’d never looked at it in the first place. No booty tonight, especially with text guy. I made the mistake of taking the first offer presented to me at last week’s party, and in my phone he has now been given the nickname “22.” One 2 is for the length of time of the sex we had, and the other is for the length of his package. If I’m going to do this open-relationship thing with Eli, I better get the “fun” out of it that I was promised.

It’s been over a year, though. And I’m not sure if I’ve had any fun outside of the nonsexual fun I have with my friends.

Alec’s green eyes watch me put the phone away and I smile up at him.

“Me over random dude? I’m so flattered.”

“I’m just pressuring you into making this night more entertaining.”

“More entertaining?” He gasps as if I’ve said a dirty word in front of his great-grandmother. “More entertaining?Broadway and my mere presence are not enough?”

I slowly shake my head, pushing back the smile that wants to creep onto my lips. He matches my stare, looking adorable with his one dimple and blond hair and boyish good looks.

“To Central Park, then.”

“Oh, to see all the creepers?”

“To skate.”

My teasing smile drops. “Ice-skate?”

“What else?”

“Anything but that.”

He turns so he’s facing me as he walks backward. “Why not?”

“I’m uncoordinated enough as it is.”

“I’ve seen you walk in shoes with heels this thin.” He pinches his fingers together, and I reach out and move him away from a patch of ice he can’t see walking the way he is. “You can handle skates.”

“Not on ice.”

“Try it with me?” He juts out his lip, and I push his face away. He pulls that crap on me all the time.

“I’ll watch you,” I say.

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