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pair of blue jeans and a simple red t-shirt. His hair looks a
little messy, like he’s been running his hands through it. At
least, I hope it was him.
“Hey, Kelsey, what brings you over?” His
voice is shaky, and sounds a tad bit forced or rehearsed, I’m not
sure which.
“I, uhh…I lost my key, I think,” I say,
hoping he’ll invite me inside.
“Oh, yeah, come on in,” he says, stepping to
the side to let me by with a pleased grin on his lips.
His cologne stands out when
I pass him, and the smell of sandalwood and oranges fills the air.
It’s a good smell. One that will forever now remind me of Ethan.
Then again, scent or not, I have a feeling I’m not going to forget
about him because right now, my mind has forgotten
everything but him. If I can’t get a locksmith here soon, I might end up
doing something completely not in my plans.
My eyes flash from his to his mouth and
back. Yep. Kissing is definitely not in my plans, but right now, I
might need to add it.
Ethan
No one needs to know that I asked Logan to
sneak her house key off her keychain while they were in class.
Except he didn’t do it while they were in class—instead, he faked
opening her door and then knocked her on her ass to get it. He let
me know I owed him big time for getting that key.
“Do you want anything to drink?” I ask her.
She shakes her head and sits on my black leather sofa. Okay, so I
hadn’t thought this far ahead. I was too worried watching her out
the window like a creep, hoping she would take me up on my offer
from the other night that I almost pulled my hair out. I sit down
next to her. She looks at me, tilting her head to the side and
gives me a small smile.
“No thanks. I’m just going to Google a
locksmith and hopefully I won’t be in your way too long.”
“Yeah, sure, of course,” I say, heading into
the kitchen for a glass of water anyway. I can’t just stand out
there staring at her and doing nothing. If I can’t convince her to
hang around for a little while, this whole thing will be for
nothing. I could just ask her out like a normal guy, but she seems
to have her shit together a lot more than me and I’ve yet to see
signs of a guy in her life being something she’s interested in.
“I have a slight problem,” Kelsey says
behind me in the doorway, leaning with her back against the frame
and digging through her purse. “My phone just died and I didn’t
have time to write the number down. Do you have your phone or an
iPad maybe? Anything really.”
She shoves her phone back into her purse. I
don’t understand how anyone can let their phone die in our
generation, but right now, I’m not going to question it. I just
wish my phone were dead, too, and that I can’t remember where my
tablet was.
“You can use mine,” I suggest, holding my
phone out to her.
“Thank you.” She takes the phone out of my
hand and wanders back into the living room to take a seat on the
sofa. Sooner than I had hoped, she’s talking with a locksmith. I
sit down in the recliner this time as I wait for her to finish.
This would have worked a whole lot better if
technology weren’t everywhere.
She hangs up and sets the phone on the table
in front of her.
“He says it’s going to take a couple hours.
Is it alright if I wait here?”
Sure is.
“Yeah, that’s cool.” I look at my watch.
It’s almost five. “We could order a pepperoni pizza and watch a
movie while we wait.”
“That sounds great.” Kelsey smiles.
I walk into the kitchen to
order dinner and when I come back to the living room, she’s settled
on the couch, watching TV. I’d expect her to pick some girly show,
but instead she chose Breaking
Bad . She looks good on my couch, in my
house. It feels right, and something about that terrifies me.
Walking into a room with her in it is nothing like when I join my
parents or brothers. Right now, I feel like I can just be me and
that’s good enough. I don’t have to pretend. How did she do that
little messy, like he’s been running his hands through it. At
least, I hope it was him.
“Hey, Kelsey, what brings you over?” His
voice is shaky, and sounds a tad bit forced or rehearsed, I’m not
sure which.
“I, uhh…I lost my key, I think,” I say,
hoping he’ll invite me inside.
“Oh, yeah, come on in,” he says, stepping to
the side to let me by with a pleased grin on his lips.
His cologne stands out when
I pass him, and the smell of sandalwood and oranges fills the air.
It’s a good smell. One that will forever now remind me of Ethan.
Then again, scent or not, I have a feeling I’m not going to forget
about him because right now, my mind has forgotten
everything but him. If I can’t get a locksmith here soon, I might end up
doing something completely not in my plans.
My eyes flash from his to his mouth and
back. Yep. Kissing is definitely not in my plans, but right now, I
might need to add it.
Ethan
No one needs to know that I asked Logan to
sneak her house key off her keychain while they were in class.
Except he didn’t do it while they were in class—instead, he faked
opening her door and then knocked her on her ass to get it. He let
me know I owed him big time for getting that key.
“Do you want anything to drink?” I ask her.
She shakes her head and sits on my black leather sofa. Okay, so I
hadn’t thought this far ahead. I was too worried watching her out
the window like a creep, hoping she would take me up on my offer
from the other night that I almost pulled my hair out. I sit down
next to her. She looks at me, tilting her head to the side and
gives me a small smile.
“No thanks. I’m just going to Google a
locksmith and hopefully I won’t be in your way too long.”
“Yeah, sure, of course,” I say, heading into
the kitchen for a glass of water anyway. I can’t just stand out
there staring at her and doing nothing. If I can’t convince her to
hang around for a little while, this whole thing will be for
nothing. I could just ask her out like a normal guy, but she seems
to have her shit together a lot more than me and I’ve yet to see
signs of a guy in her life being something she’s interested in.
“I have a slight problem,” Kelsey says
behind me in the doorway, leaning with her back against the frame
and digging through her purse. “My phone just died and I didn’t
have time to write the number down. Do you have your phone or an
iPad maybe? Anything really.”
She shoves her phone back into her purse. I
don’t understand how anyone can let their phone die in our
generation, but right now, I’m not going to question it. I just
wish my phone were dead, too, and that I can’t remember where my
tablet was.
“You can use mine,” I suggest, holding my
phone out to her.
“Thank you.” She takes the phone out of my
hand and wanders back into the living room to take a seat on the
sofa. Sooner than I had hoped, she’s talking with a locksmith. I
sit down in the recliner this time as I wait for her to finish.
This would have worked a whole lot better if
technology weren’t everywhere.
She hangs up and sets the phone on the table
in front of her.
“He says it’s going to take a couple hours.
Is it alright if I wait here?”
Sure is.
“Yeah, that’s cool.” I look at my watch.
It’s almost five. “We could order a pepperoni pizza and watch a
movie while we wait.”
“That sounds great.” Kelsey smiles.
I walk into the kitchen to
order dinner and when I come back to the living room, she’s settled
on the couch, watching TV. I’d expect her to pick some girly show,
but instead she chose Breaking
Bad . She looks good on my couch, in my
house. It feels right, and something about that terrifies me.
Walking into a room with her in it is nothing like when I join my
parents or brothers. Right now, I feel like I can just be me and
that’s good enough. I don’t have to pretend. How did she do that
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