Page 29 of The Girlfriend Game
I sigh, realizing this is a no-win proposition and a losing argument. I slowly unwrap my fingers from her warm skin and lift my hand to readjust my ball cap, flipping it around just to have something to do with my hands so I don’t try to touch her again.
Rejection hurts. Even though I know this turn of events isn’t about me or how Kendall feels about me.
But something inside me won’t quit.
“Okay, I get it, Kendall. I don’t want to put you in jeopardy over this. But what if…hear me out…” I raise my hands in the air, innocently pleading my case. “What if we still take the walk around Green Lake? I mean, come on, it’s only a walk. And look, we’re already dressed for the occasion.”
I do my best game show host impression, gesturing to our athletic apparel in an enticing manner, pointing out the obvious, to which she rolls her eyes adorably at me.
With a boyish grin, I flash my pearly whites and poke my fingers into each side of my face in innocent playfulness. “Come on…you know you want to. This was your idea in the first place, remember?”
Throwing the bag over her shoulder, she grabs the cup from the table and walks over to the garbage to toss it away. With her back turned, I get a nice view of her ass in her black leggings. My hands ball up into fists at my side and I sigh wistfully over something I’ll never get to touch.
Fuck me, she’s perfect.
When she whips back around, I avert my gaze, trying to appear patient and disinterested.
“Fine. A walk. That’s it.” She stomps back over to where I stand and jabs a finger into my chest. Under normal circumstances, if she were any other woman, I would’ve grabbed hold of that finger and tugged her into my body. But she’s not—she’s my therapist—and these are not normal circumstances.
“Then we part ways and never speak of this again. Are we in agreement?” She levels me with a pointed look. And my dick gets a secret thrill from her stern warning.
I shrug, avoiding the question. Instead, I pick up the neglected bouquet to hand to her before I nod my head toward the door. “You, first. Lead the way.”
Her indecision is obvious as she pushes past me and heads toward the door, peering back at me over her shoulder a few times until we’re both outside on the sidewalk.
“My car is right here. I’ll meet you in front of the boathouse.”
“You’re not going to offer me a ride?” I tease, knowing full well she’ll oppose. She doesn’t disappoint.
Snorting loudly, Kendall waves a hand in the air before I hear the beeping sound of her car door unlocking. “Don’t push it, Zeke. You’re very capable of getting there on your own. Now hurry up before I change my mind on this really bad decision.”
I watch as she opens her car door and settles in behind the wheel before I dart across the crosswalk and dash up the hill to my condo’s parking garage. With every step I take, I pray she won’t get cold feet, ditch my ass, and decide to leave well enough alone.
The thought leaves a sour taste in my mouth.
This meet-up was supposed to be the beginning of something special. I’ve gotten to know Kendall on a deep and meaningful level through our online connection. My heart clenches with the grief of losing it.
I don’t want to go back to square one in my search for another woman on Heart and Soul because I know I already found the one I want.
I just need to find a way to convince Kendall of that fact.
