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Dillan-Keira Peace Treaty?”
I stare at him for a moment. He truly looks sorry. Penitent, actually. For some stupid reason, I also notice that his hair is a bit lopsided, and lopsided is exactly how I’d describe the boyish grin tugging at his lips right now.
“Okay. I prefer that it be called The Keira-Dillan Peace Treaty. So…” I hesitate, wondering if I should bring the bowling subject back up. “Did you want to go bowling or not? I agreed to meet them at six.”
He looks at the clock and sees what I do. Fifteen minutes from now.
“You do realize that if I go, the peace treaty doesn’t apply to bowling, right?”
“I’m not worried,” I say with a grin. I’m glad we settled our differences. I have a feeling things will be different from here on out. I turn to go inside my bedroom to change. “I’ll be out in a minute.”
“Two, eight, and twelve,” Dillan says suddenly.
“What?”
“I’ve had two curable , sexually transmitted diseases, eight one-night stands, and,” he pauses, obviously counting, “Twelve serious-ish relationships.”
“Oh,” I say for lack of a prepared response. How does one respond that something like that? I can’t just say thank you or that’s awesome or congratulations .
Truth is, that’s not nearly as bad as I thought it would have been. As for the first number, well, zero would have been better. Two wasn’t terrible. As for the second, I’ll honestly admit that I assumed it would be in the higher double-digits. Eight one-night stands? That isn’t a deal breaker, not for a man in his thirties.
Twelve relationships? That’s a lot of ex-girlfriends. What about just regular hookups that weren’t one-night-stands or relationships? That number must be pretty high and, if I’m being honest with myself, I don’t want to know it.
“Your turn,” he says. Dillan is grinning like he’s trapped me in a manner I could never get myself out of. “Out with it. I told you mine, now tell me yours, or I’ll force you to tell me.”
“Why on earth would I tell you that information?”
“Well, just by saying that, you’ve already confirmed for me that the answer isn’t zero for any of them. Tell you what, Sergeant Brunette,” he laughs. “Whoever has the higher bowling score tonight wins.”
“Meaning that if you have the higher score, I’ll owe you an answer?”
“You’re a quick one!”
I roll my eyes. “What do I get if I have the higher score?”
He cocks an eyebrow. I feel like there’s a world to discover inside those eyes. “What do you want to know?” he asks.
I think about this and realize that there isn’t much I want to know. Well, maybe I should rephrase it by saying I don’t know where to begin with what to know about him. Secretly, I want to know everything.
Then I have an idea. It’s stupid, but playful, and I actually want to know the answer.
“You know what Stacey wrote on the bathroom mirror?” I ask, and Dillan nods. “I want to know what she meant when she wrote, I loved it when you put it there .”
I had a feeling he’d like to do more than tell me about it. If given the chance, he’d show me.
“Seriously?” he asks with a short, disbelieving laugh, like maybe I’m punking him. “It’s not what you think it is, Keira.”
“Then you shouldn’t be afraid to tell me in, oh,” I check my wristwatch, “four hours from now.”
He shakes his head. “Ditto. You’ve got a deal.”
Dillan
K EIRA EXITS HER BEDROOM WEARING a colorful quarter-sleeve T-shirt, jeans, and blue canvas shoes. Her hair is not quite up and it’s not quite down. More of a slap-together, messy ball at the nape of her neck that looks adorable as hell. I can tell that she doesn’t give a crap about what she looks like tonight. It’s on the tip of my tongue to ask her, Is that what you’re wearing? But I hold back. She’s comfortable and I completely respect that.
I mean, it’s just bowling.
Also, whoever’s asked her out, I
I stare at him for a moment. He truly looks sorry. Penitent, actually. For some stupid reason, I also notice that his hair is a bit lopsided, and lopsided is exactly how I’d describe the boyish grin tugging at his lips right now.
“Okay. I prefer that it be called The Keira-Dillan Peace Treaty. So…” I hesitate, wondering if I should bring the bowling subject back up. “Did you want to go bowling or not? I agreed to meet them at six.”
He looks at the clock and sees what I do. Fifteen minutes from now.
“You do realize that if I go, the peace treaty doesn’t apply to bowling, right?”
“I’m not worried,” I say with a grin. I’m glad we settled our differences. I have a feeling things will be different from here on out. I turn to go inside my bedroom to change. “I’ll be out in a minute.”
“Two, eight, and twelve,” Dillan says suddenly.
“What?”
“I’ve had two curable , sexually transmitted diseases, eight one-night stands, and,” he pauses, obviously counting, “Twelve serious-ish relationships.”
“Oh,” I say for lack of a prepared response. How does one respond that something like that? I can’t just say thank you or that’s awesome or congratulations .
Truth is, that’s not nearly as bad as I thought it would have been. As for the first number, well, zero would have been better. Two wasn’t terrible. As for the second, I’ll honestly admit that I assumed it would be in the higher double-digits. Eight one-night stands? That isn’t a deal breaker, not for a man in his thirties.
Twelve relationships? That’s a lot of ex-girlfriends. What about just regular hookups that weren’t one-night-stands or relationships? That number must be pretty high and, if I’m being honest with myself, I don’t want to know it.
“Your turn,” he says. Dillan is grinning like he’s trapped me in a manner I could never get myself out of. “Out with it. I told you mine, now tell me yours, or I’ll force you to tell me.”
“Why on earth would I tell you that information?”
“Well, just by saying that, you’ve already confirmed for me that the answer isn’t zero for any of them. Tell you what, Sergeant Brunette,” he laughs. “Whoever has the higher bowling score tonight wins.”
“Meaning that if you have the higher score, I’ll owe you an answer?”
“You’re a quick one!”
I roll my eyes. “What do I get if I have the higher score?”
He cocks an eyebrow. I feel like there’s a world to discover inside those eyes. “What do you want to know?” he asks.
I think about this and realize that there isn’t much I want to know. Well, maybe I should rephrase it by saying I don’t know where to begin with what to know about him. Secretly, I want to know everything.
Then I have an idea. It’s stupid, but playful, and I actually want to know the answer.
“You know what Stacey wrote on the bathroom mirror?” I ask, and Dillan nods. “I want to know what she meant when she wrote, I loved it when you put it there .”
I had a feeling he’d like to do more than tell me about it. If given the chance, he’d show me.
“Seriously?” he asks with a short, disbelieving laugh, like maybe I’m punking him. “It’s not what you think it is, Keira.”
“Then you shouldn’t be afraid to tell me in, oh,” I check my wristwatch, “four hours from now.”
He shakes his head. “Ditto. You’ve got a deal.”
Dillan
K EIRA EXITS HER BEDROOM WEARING a colorful quarter-sleeve T-shirt, jeans, and blue canvas shoes. Her hair is not quite up and it’s not quite down. More of a slap-together, messy ball at the nape of her neck that looks adorable as hell. I can tell that she doesn’t give a crap about what she looks like tonight. It’s on the tip of my tongue to ask her, Is that what you’re wearing? But I hold back. She’s comfortable and I completely respect that.
I mean, it’s just bowling.
Also, whoever’s asked her out, I
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