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“What are you talking about?”
Zack points at the first item on my scoresheet. He’s written 0 next to the body language column. “You were sat like…” Zack pauses, then frowns at me. “Well. Like you are now, actually.”
I look down at myself. I’m sitting precariously on the edge of the leather booth. My arms are crossed over my chest, and my body is thrumming with tension.
Taking a deep breath, I force myself to relax. “I didn’t realise. I was definitely attracted to him.”
“That’s interesting,” Josh notes clinically. “This is something subconscious for you, then. Your brain is on the defense, even if you’re trying to be friendly.”
“I…” I blink. “Yeah. I guess.”
“It looked like the conversation started off well, though,” he adds. “Was there a moment where things went downhill?”
I think. “I guess when he got really close to me. He touched my hand and I just froze up.”
Zack frowns. “You don’t like being touched, pet?”
“I don’t think I have an issue with it,” I say honestly. “I don’t know why it suddenly bothered me so much.”
Josh ruffles a hand through his hair. “I don’t get it,” he says. “I’ve seen you bring guys home before. I’m assuming you must flirt with them. How do you pull when you’re just looking for a one-night-stand?”
I didn’t know he’d noticed me bringing guys back. I shrug. “I go to a bar. See someone I like. Go up to them and ask if they’re single. If they say yes, I ask them if they want to sleep with me.”
There’s a few seconds of silence. Both men stare at me.
I tense under the attention. “What?”
Zack flops back against the booth and howls with laughter. He laughs so hard he almost falls out of his seat. People at nearby tables start turning and staring.
I glare at him. “What? It’s effective.”
“Yeah,” he sputters. “I bloody bet. It’d work on me. God, you’re lucky you’re so damn pretty, cupcake.” He wipes at his face. “You’re crap at this.”
I cross my arms over my chest. “Did you just ask me out here to laugh at me, or are you actually planning on helping me?”
“Both,” he wheezes, slapping his thigh.
My cheeks heat. “Whatever.” I stand up, reaching for my coat. “Forget it.”
“Okay,” he gasps, grabbing my hand and pulling me back down. “Okay. Sorry, sorry. Let’s fix this. First off—body language.” He clears his throat, pointing to the space between us. “This is all wrong. If a girl sat next to me like this, I’d assume she thinks I smell bad.”
“You don’t,” I say, before I can stop myself. “You always smell great. Sort of… warm and spicy. I like it.”
Zack’s eyes twinkle. “See. You’re gettin’ better at this already.” He stretches out a huge arm. “Come cuddle your boyfriend, biscuit. Let’s see if we can get you used to some touching, eh?”
I shuffle closer to him, and he scoops me into his side, pulling me close.
I’m pretty sure he has an ulterior motive, here. Zack loves hugs. I don’t think I’ve ever gotten through a movie night at his flat without him wrapping his arm around me or laying his head in my lap. It’s hard to complain, though — he’s so big and muscly. Warmth radiates through his side as he cuddles me up close to him. “Aw, this is nice.” He pats my cheek. “You’re well soft. Aight, next up,” he points at my list. “Eye contact.”
“It’s important, right?”
“Aye, but you were starin’ that poor guy down like you were a snake about to gobble up a deer. You gotta make it seductive. Guys and girls tend to do this kinda differently.” He reaches up, nudging my eyelashes with the side of his finger. “You gotta use these. Try this.” He dips his head demurely and looks up at me through his lashes.
I burst out laughing.
He grins. “Okay. I look dumb doing it, but you won’t. Give it a try. Just catch my eye, look down, and then look back up at me, all coy.”
Feeling like an absolute idiot, I do as he says. I hold his gaze for a moment, then drop my eyes, waiting a couple of beats before looking back up at him.
