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I hope so.
I like Bhodi. He’s a lot of fun to be around. His carefree, no fucks given attitude is refreshing, and he always makes me laugh. He’s thrilling but safe at the same time. Exhilarating and calming. Just being in his presence quiets my mind chatter, and he makes me want to take more risks.
Is this a date? Do I want it to be?
Yes!
“I’m ready,” I tell Bhodi, stepping out of the bathroom. I’ve plaited my wet hair and pulled on blue jean shorts and a purple vest top, with a lace jacket over the top. It’s a little nicer than I would normally wear for class, but not so much so as to be noticeable. I’d hate to look foolish getting all dressed up for a date that never was. I quickly grab my bag with my supplies in and pocket my keys and my phone.
Bhodi glances up at me from his phone and gives me a winning smile. Honestly, Summer used to talk about panty-dropping grins and I never really got it, until now. If the heat and tingles between my legs are anything to go by, I would say that Bhodi has a panty-melting smile for sure.
I give him a shy one in return.
“Great. I have it all planned out, I’m taking you to the best place!” His grin turns mischievous and my stomach swoops in anticipation.
“Will I like it?”
“You’ll love it! There won’t be hardly any people, it’s a safe place, and I can guarantee some of the best breakfast food you’ve ever had.”
“Okay, that sounds really good.” I mean, it sounds too good to be true. The best food and no people? Sign me up.
“And the best bit is, we won’t be late for class.” I’m pretty sure he’s being sarcastic here, but I give him the benefit of the doubt. Even while I’ve been out of classes, he’s been sending me pictures of his completed assignments, notes on the required reading, and snaps of him attending lectures without me. He’s really been trying, which has really helped endear himself to me.
“Want to listen to my playlist while we walk?”
“Absolutely.” I nod eagerly. I love the eclectic collection of music I’m getting on my phone from the songs Cove and Bhodi – and now I guess even my therapist – keep sending me.
It’s rekindled a love for music I’d forgotten about, and I’m rarely without my earbuds any more.
“What’s playing today?” I ask, taking one of Bhodi’s proffered earbuds and slipping it in. I don’t even cringe, when before there’s no way I’d share such a personal item with someone else without gagging at the mere thought of it. Nothing about Bhodi grosses me out.
“I thought I’d start easy this morning. Bit too early to hit you with the hard stuff,” he teases. I laugh and loop my arm through his as we leave my room. It’s become a habit, touching him, and one I quite like. He never complains either, so I guess he’s okay with it.
‘Hot Blood’ by Kaleo begins to play and I grin at Bhodi. “Oh, I know this one!”
“You do?”
“Yeah. I’m a big fan. Love their stuff. I’ve seen them in concert too!” I blink as that memory resurfaces. Whoa. Where did that come from?
“Really? Where? I’d love to see them.”
“Back in the U.K.”
“You don’t strike me as the concert-going type.” He pulls a face like he’s trying not to be rude but I’m not offended. He’s right.
“It was terrifying,” I admit with a laugh. “But Summer came with me – she hated every minute of it – and we had backstage passes so I was able to watch the show from the wings, without freaking out too much.”
“Which is your favourite song?” he asks, making my cheeks heat once more.
“‘Break My Baby’.”
“I don’t know that one.”
“It’s…ummm…good.” I squirm a little thinking of the lyrics and how they may come across as…sexual. “It’s off their new album.”
“I’ll have to listen to it.”
“Later,” I hastily reply. “I’m hungry.”
