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Tuesday, back at the bakery. I don’t want to wait that long to see him, but that’s the way it is. Right. See you then.
By the way.
Nothing for several seconds.
You look fucking hot.
No tooth gap in sight.
Those words—what they do to me. My heart is so light, I think it might be made of air. It might float up and escape through the gap between my front teeth.
I take a screenshot and put the phone away.
Still smiling, I climb down and wash my hands, listening to the thumping bass beat from down the hall. My toes move back and forth on the floor, one foot’s tiny acknowledgment of the rhythm.
My eyes are like that, too. Sparkling with their own tiny acknowledgment.
It’s the second time he’s told me that.
When I come out of the bathroom, Bridget is making her way toward me with Quinn.
Or, more specifically, Bridget is weaving down the hall, and Quinn is watching her like a hawk, moving in to steady her every time it looks like Bridget might hit the deck.
The sad thing is, Bridget only had two beers. She has no alcohol tolerance whatsoever.
“Caroline!” she shouts.
“Bridget!” I shout back.
“I saw Nate. ”
“So did I. ”
“And I kicked Krish in the nuts for taking your picture. I mean, not really, but metaphorically I did. ”
“She chewed him out like you wouldn’t believe,” Quinn says.
“Did Nate make you cry?”
“No. I’m okay. ”
“Do you want to go home? Or we could get you some more ice cream. ”
I consider it. But I recognize the song that’s on, and I don’t want to go back to the room and hide. “No, I want to dance. ”
“Really?” Bridget peers at me, blinking blearily.
“Kind of. I mean, mostly I want to kick Nate in the nuts. Or smash his perfect nose in. ”
“Your boy already did that,” Bridget says. I widen my eyes at her in the universal signal for oh my God, shut up, you idiot. I am hoping against all hope that Quinn didn’t hear or won’t understand.
“Your boy?” Quinn asks.
She’s got one eyebrow up. That eyebrow knows everything.
“Bridget is a little drunk,” I say apologetically. “And we have this kind of running joke about West—”
Author: Robin York
