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I never would have pegged Remi for someone capable of the night he’s given me, and it’s not even over yet. I think it would be fair to say this is probably the best first date in the history of first dates, and I don’t even need to have been on a ton of them to know this.
Men like Remi don’t exist in reality. At least, not in my experience. But here he is, the real thing. Not pulled from the pages of a romance book or taken from the screen of a television, where I thought the perfect man only existed.
Then again, he could only be showing me what he thinks I want to see, though somehow even that doesn’t sound believable. He’s just so genuine. I can’t say I’ve ever met someone like Remi before, and I doubt I ever will again.
“Can I ask you something?” I wait until we’ve resumed walking to ask.
“Anything.”
“How is it that you’re still single?”
“What do you mean?” He doesn’t seem the least bit offended by my question. If anything, he seems humored by it.
“I just... don’t get how someone hasn’t snagged you up already.” I feel almost embarrassed to say.
“I could ask you the same question. Why hasn’t a man dropped down on one knee and asked you to be his? Seems fucking insane if you ask me.”
My insides churn uncomfortably, guilt slicing through me like a dull knife, hacking away at my flesh.
I should tell him.
I don’t know why I haven’t.
It’s not like it’s some big secret.
I just...
I’m just not ready to share that part of myself yet.
A part of my life that seems so far removed at this point I can’t help but wonder if it was ever truly mine to begin with.
“Guess the right one hasn’t come along.”
Not a lie. I may have thought Blake was therightone once upon a time, but again, that feels like a different life altogether. I know now that he wasn’t the one, no matter how much I wanted him to be.
“That you know of.” He knocks his hip against mine.
“Careful, Mr. Barnett. I might start thinking you like me or something,” I playfully warn to cover up the tightness that has suddenly settled in my chest.
“Well, then, Ms. Sharp, you would be correct in that assumption.”
My heart isn’t sure what to do with that statement, swirling in my chest in a way that feels equal parts like a flip and a twirl.
“I should have known.” I sigh, like the fact irritates me when, in reality, it makes me want to do backflips in the middle of the street.
“Oh, yeah?” Humor dances behind his eyes. “What gave me away?”
“Ice cream.”
“Ice cream, huh?”
“Instead of taking me home, you asked me to go for dessert. That’s usually a good sign. Means you’re not ready for the night to be over.”
“You agreed to dessert. Should I also take that as a good sign?” He gives me a cheeky grin.
“The jury’s still out. Guess it depends on how good the ice cream is,” I tease.
“Well then, I have a feeling you’re gonnaloveme.” He winks.
