Page 85 of Holiday Romance
I nod, waiting.
“Well,” he says when I just stare at him. “What do you want this to be?”
Damn. I should have asked that first. “I don’t know,” I say honestly. “I know I don’t want to stop.”
“Neither do I.”
“But don’t you feel like we’re moving too fast?” I ask. “I mean, we’ve gone from nothing to something pretty quickly, haven’t we?”
“Maybe.” He shrugs. “Maybe not. It doesn’t feel wrong to me.” He hesitates, looking at me curiously. “Does it feel wrong to you?”
I shake my head. Because that’s the problem, it doesn’t feel wrong at all. It feels right.
“Because if Oliver hadn’t interrupted us…” Andrew continues.
“I know.”
“I was ready to use some of my best moves, that’s all I’m saying.”
“Shut up,” I groan, sitting on the edge of the bed. I catch a brief glimpse of his smirk before I drop my head into my hands.
“We have time,” he says when I meet his gaze. “We have lots of time. So, if you want to go back to the beginning, we can do that.”
“The beginning?”
“Yeah.” He grins as he crouches before me. “Like first-date beginning. I mean, sure we’ll have a leg up on other couples, but it’s not like they could compete with us anyway.”
Other couples. A fizzing kind of pleasure shoots through me at the words.
“You say you don’t think it’s wrong. But if you’re worried it could be, we’ll just… chill. Take things as they come. Okay?”
“Okay,” I mumble, fidgeting with the hem of my sleeve.
“When do you get back to Chicago?”
“The twenty-eighth.”
“I’m back on the seventh,” he says formally. “Would you like to get a coffee with me, Molly?”
“I guess.”
“Would you like to show a little more enthusiasm?”
“Would you like to put your shirt on?” I respond, and he laughs, doing as requested.
“I’ll see you on the seventh.”
“You’ll just be back!”
“And I’ll come straight to you. We can get dinner.”
Dinner. I can do dinner. I’ve had dinner with lots of people. “I get to pick where we eat.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it any other way.”
I nod, distracted as his hands find mine. It’s getting harder to think when he’s near me like this. But dinner is good. “There’s this Nepalese place in Wicker Park that I think you’ll really—”
The way his gaze drops to my mouth is the only warning I get before he kisses me. It only lasts a few seconds, nowhere near long enough, and I try to curb my annoyance when he pulls back.
