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He chuckles. “No. Didn’t think you’d want to get caught imbibing at school.”
“You figured correctly. Thank you,” I say, still a bit uncertain.
He nods wordlessly, letting go of the drink and watching me eye the label. It reads “reg. strawberry cranberry smoothie.”
I take a sip, and it’s delicious. A slightly different flavor than I’m used to, but probably because of the cranberries. I don’t typically order my smoothies with cranberry.
“So, why weren’t you around today?” I ask.
“Decided to sleep in. I had a late night.”
My face heats like I just strapped on a fire mask.
“Nah, that’s not true,” he says a second later, surprising me. “I just thought you could use a break from me today.”
Frowning, I look over at him in question.
“Last time, you seemed to want a break from me afterward.”
Last time was different.
I open my mouth to say the words, then decide better of it and take a sip of my smoothie. I’m not even sure how true it is.
“We will need to talk about that,” I tell him. “I can’t right now because I have a club meeting, but if you’re not doing anything after, maybe…”
God, this feels so awkward.
If this is what talking to guys is like, maybe I’m glad Landon has banned me from dating for all these years.
It doesn’t help that I have no idea where we stand. He said a lot of things last night in my bed, but in general, Landon isn’t the best communicator. That’s why it caught me off guard. Why I let him…
I can’t think about that right now. Not at school, not with him walking next to me.
I take another sip of my smoothie to cool down. If he weren’t standing right beside me, I would press the cool cup right against my face.
Seemingly unfazed by the enormous awkwardness of our situation, Landon nods. “Sure. I’ll pick you up. We can go for a ride.”
The giddy sensation that rushes through me when he says that takes mecompletelyoff guard.
There’s no way he should still be able to trigger that in me. It’s just a ride—withhim—in his car, but…
That old crushy feeling makes a startling reappearance and I have to make an effort to jam it down.
We are not going to like Landon that way again.
Are we?
I’m afraid of the answer, andmoreafraid that it’s even still a possibility because I was certain he had cured me of it.
The fluttery feeling inside when he stops outside the meeting room, slides his hands into the pocket of his jeans, and gives me a little smirk seems to indicate otherwise.
Crap.
This is such a bad idea.
“See you in a bit,” he says.
“Bye,” I say with a stupid little wave thathorrifies methe moment my body decides to do it.
