Page 35 of Things I Read About
Nate stands next to me. “Come on, you’re freezing, even in your suit.”
“Okay.”
In a blur, we are back on the huge, terrible bike, barreling down the mountain to the resort.
Before I can think of a way to prolong our night, I’m back at my hotel door. I am starting to hate this door.
Nate sets me down, leaving his hands on my waist though I can barely feel him through the puffy suit.
He opens his mouth and then closes it. Sighs, and opens it again. “You should rest that ankle.Actually, just stay off of it.”
“Yes, sir,” I mumble.
His grip on me tightens considerably.
I look up.
His face is hard to read, but his voice is resigned. “Goodnight, Sally.”
I dig for my key as he watches me. I can’t figure out what’s going on with him. He clearly likes me and seems to be attracted to me, too. So why no kiss?
He sighs again, as if deliberating.
Well, this is my week. My one week to skip thinking and just do. Go. Try.
So, I reach up on my right foot as high as I can, grab his shoulder for support, and kiss him.
His lips are just as soft, smooth, and warm as I thought.
But they aren’t kissing me back.
Crap!
I hop down and swipe my key. I think I hear him say my name, but humiliation is pulsing so loudly in my ears, I can’t be sure. I push at the door, leap inside, and slam the door shut. I collapse against the wood after it closes.
He doesn’t knock or call my name again, but he does let out a frustrated growl, muttering a string of curse words, and not under his breath either.
Is he angry? That I kissed him? That I ran?
“Sal?” Janie pads out in her robe. “How was your date?”
I shrug.
“Are you seeing him tomorrow?”
“I have no freaking idea.”
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Skye: Who is this guy you went night skiing with (!) and why did Janie refer to him as the assassin?
Sam: THE WHAT!!!!!
Sadie: Living out another book for me?
Sally: He just *looks* like he could be an assassin
Sadie: Hot
