Page 45 of Catch Yourself a Snowmance
“So?” Tori says.
“Tell us,” Jennifer adds.
“He’s coming by with Liam.”
“Awww,” Stephanie says. “That’s sweet.”
“And he wants to see me.” I try to hide my smile, but I can’t. “Like to start seeing one another.”
“Oooooh!” Jennifer says. “I love this!”
“Don’t get too excited,” I warn her. “If this doesn’t work out …” I stop myself. “You know what? Go ahead. Get excited.” I turn to Noelle. “And you can be hopeful. I’ve got a good feeling about Carson and me. A really good feeling.”
Epilogue
CARSON
~ Around two months later ~
Tell her that you love her.
You’ve got nothing to lose
and you’ll always regret it if you don’t.
~ Daniel, Love Actually
Iknock on the door, my glove muffling the sound.
“Hello?” I shout.
The door opens and Alyssa’s standing there, her hair curled for the occasion. She’s wearing a long skirt and a red sweater. Black boots. We stare at one another, smiling.
“Hey,” I say with a grin that won’t quit.
“Hey, Carson.” My name passes her lips with sweet familiarity.
The way she says it makes my smile stretch wider.
Almost nine weeks ago, we werelocked in a cabin together with our closest friends. And every day since then, I’ve either called her, or come by, or taken her out. We’ve hung out at my home or hers. When she got a cold in January, I brought her soup and vitamin C. When my sister got married, she came to the wedding as my date. And we were in the wedding party for Liam and Noelle. Of course, Noelle nearly lobbed Alyssa, trying to get her to catch the bouquet. And, most recently, Alyssa came to Gage’s house with me for the Super Bowl. She even brought a sharing size bag of Doritos.
When I wake each morning, she’s on my mind. When I go to sleep, she’s my last thought.
“You look … Wow,” I tell her.
Alyssa smiles that shy smile she gets whenever I compliment her.
“You lookwowtoo,” she says.
“Personally, I think it’s the lack of Dorito dust that’s making this whole outfit work so well.”
“Stop!” She laughs. “I was so very, very wrong. Okay?”
“I just like to hear you admit it every so often,” I tease her. “Are you ready?”
“Yes. I’m ready to go to …”
“To dinner,” I say with a wink.
