Page 20 of Hot for Her
“I’m bad at time management?”
He grinned. “I go into the coffee shop like three or four times a week hoping to see you.”
My heart plummeted straight into my stomach. Swallowing became difficult. “You do?” I choked out.
His eyes gleamed down at me. “I don’t even like coffee that much. You’re just…not like anyone else I’ve ever known. You’re intense. Focused. Thoughtful. Most people I know are addicted to their phones, attached to them, like, I don’t know, a lifeline or something. You let yours die and hardly look at it unless you’re checking on the well-being of someone you care about.”
“So you’re interested in me because I can’t keep my phone charged?”
He huffed out a breath and gathered his thoughts before speaking again. “I’m interested in you because you turn everything into art. I’ve seen you making mosaics out of straw wrappers in class. I’m interested in a girl who takes care of her little brother, one who didn’t judge me earlier, or slut-shame Kenzie because she enjoys sex. I’m interested in spending every second I can with someone who is happy with a few packs of condiments as paint. You’re the first girl I’ve spent time with that isn’t constantly taking selfies or looking at social media trying to find somewhere better to be.”
“You want to know a secret?” I asked, gathering all my courage and boldly stepping into his personal space.
He eyed me carefully and nodded.
“There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.”
This time, when our mouths met,hekissedme.
