Page 35 of Book Boyfriends
Ashen eyes rimmed in gold peek out through a pair of black frame glasses. Dark stubble dusts a strong jawline, and surprise seizes his expression.
“Davis,” I murmur.
His mouth quirks. “Georgia.”
“You think I’m lovely,” I breathe.
His smile gets just a little bigger.
“I mean… You told Jackson I’m lovely.” I wince. “That our date was lovely…”
Stop speaking!Stepping out of his embrace, I clamp my mouth shut. Mortification blazes heat up my neck and into my cheeks.
An awkward silence stretches between us. His gaze flicks from me to the beige walls to the off-white floor and then back to me. Confusion plays in the irises of those beautiful eyes. The same confusion that filled them Friday night.
Thoughitdoesn’t fill my narrowed gaze. I know exactly why I walked out on him. Despite the way my traitorous body just melted into him, Davis Mackenzie is an ass.
“What are you doing here?” I smooth down my blouse, scanning the empty hall to locate the salad and sandwich that flew out of my hand as Davis rescued me.
“Visiting someone,” he says, turning to scoop up the containers, both still sealed, and holding them out. “I did.”
Brows knitted, I take them. “Did what?”
“Tell Jackson it was lovely—” He rubs at his nape. “It was… until it wasn’t.”
“Until it wasn’t,” I repeat.
“But Jackson didn’t need to know that.”
“Because you promised him and you didn’t want to disappoint him.” I cross my arms over my chest. The action holds back the memory that Davis only went on the date as a favor to my brother.
“Isn’t that also why you were there? You promised your brother?” He arches one dark eyebrow.
“Excuse me?”
He motions between us. “You promised Jackson you’d go on a blind date with me, so we both made promises.”
“It’s not the same,” I scoff.
“It’s exactly the same.” A crease lines his forehead.
“I wasn’t doing Jacksonafavor. I was just saying yes to a blind date,” I say, lips pursed.
“Favor?”
I motion wildly with the plastic containers. “To take out his relationship-challenged sister.”
“Our date wasn’t a favor.”
“What was it? It was clear you didn’t want to be there from the start.”
“I wanted to be there.” He takes a step forward.
“Suuuure… Being glued to your phone for the majority of our date screams interest.”
He opens his mouth, closes it, and then lets out a harsh breath. “Stimming.”
“What?” Face scrunched, my head tilts.
