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She nods, trapping her bottom lip between her teeth and releasing it slow. “Consider it your lucky night.
I do. “And where am I supposed to be taking you?”
She signals for me to come forward and when I lean all the way, she does the same and whispers, “To your house.”
I’m taken aback. “Oh.”
She leans away abruptly. “Unless it’s too personal—”
I grasp her shoulders in my hand and bring her back. “No. I just don’t have much furniture and the house needs so much work still.”
She shakes her head. “Stop. I’ve already seen the pics and I like the house a lot. But I’m serious. If it’s too soon and too personal—”
I press my lips to hers. “I want you to see it.”
She smiles. “Cool.”
But as we turn onto my block, an hour later, I’m questioning my decision. Her apartment is furnished so nicely. “I don’t have a couch.”
“We’ll sit on the floor.”
I nod but the pressure doesn’t ease. “I don’t have a table either.”
“Oh, man. No dining table? That’s a deal breaker. I guess we can eat our meals sitting on your mattress on the floor.”
I laugh. “I have a bed, smart ass.”
She laughs too but as I park the car in my driveway and turn to open the door, she stops me with her hand on my arm.
Her eyes are sparkling in the dark. “You can trust me to bring me into your house. I’m not here to judge. I want to see where you live and the work you’ve done with your hands.”
Something tightens inside of me and I’m so wound up I just nod and rush around to open the door.
“Wow.” Her gaze is on the exterior of the house. “What year is she again?”
I chuckle. “1925.”
“She’s a grand dame. Let’s go inside.” Her excitement is contagious.
I open the door for her and she walks in and gasps. “I told you the floors would be amazing.” She smacks my arm hard and loud.
She’s saying a bunch of things but I’m caught up in her excitement. In the fast way she kicks off her shoes by the door, taking in the mantle and the crown molding. She’s babbling about the big windows and how beautiful the morning light must be. Then she’s off to the dining room, complimenting my work on the floor and the paint. I can’t help but follow without getting a word in but not needing to. She stands in front of the doors to the patio and turns to me with a smile and it hits me then.
I’m in trouble with this girl.
