Page 66 of Bad Crush
The next board falls.
You are the coolest girl I’ve ever known.
My stomach flutters as he keeps going.
You’re smart, talented, kind, and gorgeous.
Somewhere behind me, Ginny says, “Awww.”
Your butt’s nice too.
Mav chuckles and whispers, “That one was my idea.”
“Thanks, Mav,” I say.
I don’t know how I got so lucky.
Adam drops the board, and the last one reads,“Will you be my girlfriend, Reagan?”
I step closer and whisper, “But, what about… everything?”
“Maybe we should give them some privacy,” Rhett says.
“But,” Mav starts. “It’s just about to get good.”
“Come on.” Rhett puts an arm around Mav’s neck and guides him back out the door. Christina Aguilera’s voice gets quieter as they cross the breezeway into their apartment. Ginny squeezes my arm as she and Heath follow.
“Pretend I’m not here,” Dakota says. “Just grabbing more wine and going to my room. Where I have knives, just FYI.”
Adam leaves the posters on the floor and shoves both hands in his pockets. “So, what do you say? Want to be my girlfriend?”
“Me or the llama?” I joke. I need a minute to process this. “Come with me. I need to take this thing off,” I say as I pull him toward the bathroom.
While I peel off the mask, Adam leans against the doorframe. I feel his gaze on me, but I wait until I’ve rinsed my face and dabbed it dry before I speak.
“That was probably the nicest thing anyone’s ever done for me.”
“But?”
“How come you changed your mind?”
“Talking to the guys tonight, I realized that I’d only taken what I wanted and needed into consideration. I never once asked how you felt about it.”
“I want you. The rest isn’t all that important.”
“Then maybe it is all about me. I want you to be mine in every way. I want to do boyfriend things for you. Take you on dates, walk you home, make you oatmeal in the mornings.”
I laugh at his oatmeal remark. I might even eat it. That’s how crazy I am about him.
“And all your worries?”
“Maybe I am in a love bubble, but I don’t have those worries when I’m with you. It’s only when I’m by myself and second-guessing everything.”
“What you just described is a lust bubble, and your dick is doing all the thinking for you when I’m around.”
“Maybe.” He chuckles and places his hands on my hips. “Me and my dick like you a lot.”
“I like you too.” I settle between his legs, leaning against his chest.
