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recipe from one taste.”
Talon has to choke back another burst of laughter, and this time I do get the guts to kick him in the foot. But it’s so light, I bet he didn’t even feel it. Oh great. What if he thinks I’m trying to play footsie?
“ ’Kay, Mom. Kayla does have her own house to visit while she’s here.”
She waves Talon off, but her cheeks grow a little pink. It sort of matches the color Talon becomes whenever he gets flushed. Which happened like once ever, and it was the sexiest thing known on this planet.
“Say hi to your parents for me.”
I nod and thank her for the cookies, then let Talon help me into my coat. Isn’t he a gentleman? I’m not even his girlfriend and he treats me like the queen of the world. I fall a little bit more in love with him.
“What are you up to tomorrow?” he asks. The muscles in his arms flex when he crosses them and leans against the door frame. I furiously wipe my chin because if I drool, it’ll freeze there and trap me in my embarrassment for all eternity.
“Nothing,” I say honestly. “Did you want to do something?”
I send mind waves to him again.
Say yes, say yes, say yes!
“Sure. It’s supposed to be sunny and not as cold. You want to practice your spiral?”
A chance to see his hot butt jog away from me, for him to hold my hand against the thread thingies on the ball, and perhaps talk about something else other than cheese pizza? I almost say,
Hell yes!
but I keep my cool (ha!) and say, “Sounds good.”
He walks me to my car and I’m a hot mess because it sort of feels like we just had a date and he asked me out for another one. I’m in fantasyland, yes. And I’m going to stay here for a while till reality smacks me in the face.
His face gets ultra close when he opens the door for me. “Thanks for the ride. You saved me probably around a thousand bucks on the gas alone.”
“I would’ve saved you more if you’d let me pay for all of it.”
“What kind of friend does that?”
We pause, and then I say “Reagan” while he says “Wesley,” and we laugh. It’s probably epic moment number 327 for us.
“I’ll call you tomorrow.” He smiles, and I try so hard not to sigh, but damn it, I do anyway. “Oh, and Kayla?”
I sigh again. Grr … “Hmm?”
“Thanks for eating that shit.” He points at the bag of cookies. “Reagan would’ve spit that all over the floor, and I know you made my mom’s day. As pansy-ass as it sounds, it means a lot.”
I say something. I think it was like “uh-huh” or “yup” or something equally stupid. But at least he smiles again before shutting the door and jogging back up to the house. I ogle that butt until it disappears.
I vow to eat crappy food for the rest of my life if it means I get to experience another moment like that.
Progress Report: December 18
I have the weekend before Reagan and Wesley come home. One weekend to get Talon to see me.
Here’s what I’m thinking …
• Find excuses to touch him. Even though that makes my insides shrivel with guilt, it has to be done.
• Look cute.
• Spend every second we can alone! His family is cool, mine is too, but we need this time for just the two of us. And I’m not going to screw it up with lame topics. I’ve come up with much better ones.
I stayed up all night working on my football terms. I also looked up sports movies on Netflix and set them on my “previously watched” and “recommended for you” bars so that when it lights up, he’ll know how into this I am. I stocked up on water, since Talon drinks nothing but water. I swear he’s a camel. And I have the cutest PJs in the history of sleepwear. He’s coming over in like an hour and I’m going to pretend I just got out of bed. Yes, I look like a supermodel even right after sleep!
Okay, maybe not a supermodel, but I’m undereye-circle free and smell like roses.
Today will be our day for love!
Step 9:
Have a Bit More Faith in Your Accomplice
(Since he seems
Talon has to choke back another burst of laughter, and this time I do get the guts to kick him in the foot. But it’s so light, I bet he didn’t even feel it. Oh great. What if he thinks I’m trying to play footsie?
“ ’Kay, Mom. Kayla does have her own house to visit while she’s here.”
She waves Talon off, but her cheeks grow a little pink. It sort of matches the color Talon becomes whenever he gets flushed. Which happened like once ever, and it was the sexiest thing known on this planet.
“Say hi to your parents for me.”
I nod and thank her for the cookies, then let Talon help me into my coat. Isn’t he a gentleman? I’m not even his girlfriend and he treats me like the queen of the world. I fall a little bit more in love with him.
“What are you up to tomorrow?” he asks. The muscles in his arms flex when he crosses them and leans against the door frame. I furiously wipe my chin because if I drool, it’ll freeze there and trap me in my embarrassment for all eternity.
“Nothing,” I say honestly. “Did you want to do something?”
I send mind waves to him again.
Say yes, say yes, say yes!
“Sure. It’s supposed to be sunny and not as cold. You want to practice your spiral?”
A chance to see his hot butt jog away from me, for him to hold my hand against the thread thingies on the ball, and perhaps talk about something else other than cheese pizza? I almost say,
Hell yes!
but I keep my cool (ha!) and say, “Sounds good.”
He walks me to my car and I’m a hot mess because it sort of feels like we just had a date and he asked me out for another one. I’m in fantasyland, yes. And I’m going to stay here for a while till reality smacks me in the face.
His face gets ultra close when he opens the door for me. “Thanks for the ride. You saved me probably around a thousand bucks on the gas alone.”
“I would’ve saved you more if you’d let me pay for all of it.”
“What kind of friend does that?”
We pause, and then I say “Reagan” while he says “Wesley,” and we laugh. It’s probably epic moment number 327 for us.
“I’ll call you tomorrow.” He smiles, and I try so hard not to sigh, but damn it, I do anyway. “Oh, and Kayla?”
I sigh again. Grr … “Hmm?”
“Thanks for eating that shit.” He points at the bag of cookies. “Reagan would’ve spit that all over the floor, and I know you made my mom’s day. As pansy-ass as it sounds, it means a lot.”
I say something. I think it was like “uh-huh” or “yup” or something equally stupid. But at least he smiles again before shutting the door and jogging back up to the house. I ogle that butt until it disappears.
I vow to eat crappy food for the rest of my life if it means I get to experience another moment like that.
Progress Report: December 18
I have the weekend before Reagan and Wesley come home. One weekend to get Talon to see me.
Here’s what I’m thinking …
• Find excuses to touch him. Even though that makes my insides shrivel with guilt, it has to be done.
• Look cute.
• Spend every second we can alone! His family is cool, mine is too, but we need this time for just the two of us. And I’m not going to screw it up with lame topics. I’ve come up with much better ones.
I stayed up all night working on my football terms. I also looked up sports movies on Netflix and set them on my “previously watched” and “recommended for you” bars so that when it lights up, he’ll know how into this I am. I stocked up on water, since Talon drinks nothing but water. I swear he’s a camel. And I have the cutest PJs in the history of sleepwear. He’s coming over in like an hour and I’m going to pretend I just got out of bed. Yes, I look like a supermodel even right after sleep!
Okay, maybe not a supermodel, but I’m undereye-circle free and smell like roses.
Today will be our day for love!
Step 9:
Have a Bit More Faith in Your Accomplice
(Since he seems
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