Page 84 of Interference
When she goes to move past me, I shoulder-check her.
Is it petty? Absolutely, but I’m over it.
Brett raises his eyebrows when her door slams shut.
“One, you look amazing. Like, it’s really fucking tempting to say fuck our date and go back to my place. Second, what the fuckwas that?” he asks, pointing down the hall where the she-devil resides.
“That was nothing. Are you ready?”
“One thing before we leave.”
“What’s up?”
Brett pulls out a bouquet of flowers from behind his back.
My breath catches.
Flowers.
He brought me flowers.
“You got me flowers.”
“I did.” He holds them out, but I don’t take them.
Instead, I run my finger over a petal.
Never in my life has anyone bought me flowers. Not my dad, my grandfather, nobody. The only flowers I’ve ever gotten were while standing on a podium.
“Do you want to put them in water or something?” he asks.
“No, I want to take them with us. I don’t know what Ashley will do if she finds them.” I move in and kiss him softly. “Thank you for these.”
“You’re welcome.”
Stepping into the hall, I let the door fall shut behind me. Normally, I would take the time and lock it, but not today.
Fuck Ashley.
We head downstairs, and when we reach his car, he opens my door for me.
“You know I’m a done deal, right? You don’t have to try and impress me,” I tease when he gets into the car.
“Buttercup, done deal or not, I’m never going to stop trying to impress you.”
I duck my head to try and hide my smile.
This man.
“So how was your day?” I ask as he drives.
“Better now that I’m with you.”
“You say the sweetest things,” I tease, making him chuckle. “Seriously, though, how was it?”
I look over at him and watch him as he drives. Without looking away from the road, he reaches over and entwines our fingers. He’s got one arm tossed over the steering wheel. It looks like he’s driving with his wrist almost.
“It was good. I had class and then practice. How was your day?”
