Page 74 of Good Girl's Guide to Love
No. I need to tell him no. That I appreciate the offer.
Even though I want to.
No. I don’t.
But I do.
I really,reallydo.
And that might scare me more than anything.
I take a deep breath as I prepare to call Linc to let me in, but before I can, my phone vibrates in my hand.
Boyfriend
You look really beautiful when you overthink.
I look around, because is there a secret camera? Is he tracking me? I keep looking, only to hear a telltale laugh not far from where I’m standing.
When I turn around, Linc’s standing against an SUV, his arms crossed, and the smirk on his face is making me forget the one and only con.
“How long have you been there?”
He pushes off the vehicle, and holy smokes…why does he look so hot right now? He’s wearing what he had on earlier—perfectly fitted jeans and a black T-shirt—but somehow it looks sexier now. And believe me, he looked good earlier—though there was the added effect of him going toe-to-toe with Jonathan. But now? Now I might become a puddle on the sidewalk. Because the way he’s looking at me with such intent…with a mischievous sparkle in his eye…it’s enough to make me say yes right now with no objections whatsoever.
Or I’m just horny.
Oh my goodness…am I horny? I’ve never been before…
“Long enough to know you’ve changed your mind probably six times.”
Add another con to the list: He already knows me too well, and that’s before seeing me naked.
Oh my gosh, Linc would see me naked. I’d seehimnaked.
I’d see his tattoos. All of them. Including the thigh tattoo that’s haunted my dreams.
“How about we go upstairs,” he says, putting his hand on the small of my back. “Because I don’t know what just hit your brain, but your eyes are bouncing around like you don’t know which way is up.”
“Good idea,” I say as I let him guide me inside his building. I haven’t been back here since the fateful morning. Gosh, was that only a few weeks ago? It feels like forever. But I remember it like it was yesterday. Sitting at his counter, recounting our crazy night. Katie suggesting we keep the lie going. Me insisting that we do it.
What had gotten into me that morning? Was it part of my hangover and confidence from the night before? It had to be. Is that girl still here? Does her spirit live at Linc’s apartment? Because I could use some of that girl’s confidence tonight as I sit on his couch, wondering if I can say yes to something that is so far out of my comfort zone it has a different country code.
“I didn’t know when I’d hear from you.”
“If you think I’ve gone a second without thinking about this, then you don’t know me as well as you think you do.”
He laughs and hands me a bottle of water as he sits next to me on his sectional. “I figured you were. But how long that took before you came to a decision was up in the air.”
That’s true. I could have overthought this one until the season was up and then I wouldn’t have had to make a decision at all.
Oh…now there’s an option…
No. I need to nip this in the bud. Or I’m not going to sleep tonight. Or ever again.
“I’ve thought about it.”
“You don’t say…”
