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“Are you still going shopping at IKEA tomorrow?”
“Yes,” I answered quickly, before Keats could begin anymore self-doubts. I looked up at him. “Yes?”
He nodded and tightened his arm around my shoulder, as if he really did need that small confirmation of my still wanting to see him tomorrow.
I gave Cory a smile. “Be good.” Then I looked over at Amon. “Give this man everything he wants.”
Amon gave me a smirk as Cory slotted in under his arm and they walked away, and with a deep breath, I saw a pizza and kebab shop across the road and led Keats toward it. “Let’s get pizza. I’m starving.”
The Uber back to his place was quiet, though he kept hold of my hand on the backseat between us.
We really did need to talk, about a lot of things, but I’d learned a few things about Keats tonight.
And despite the circumstances, that wasn’t a bad thing.
Did it change my mind about him?
Nope.
If anything, it made me fall for him a little bit harder.
Chapter Nine
Keats
Tonight had not gonehow I’d planned it, at all.
Things had started out strong then gone to absolute shit, but walking back into my apartment, I got the feeling maybe it wasn’t a complete write-off.
We needed to talk.
We needed to have some serious conversations. Some very real, not-easy conversations.
But first, we needed to eat.
I took the pizza to the coffee table and went to the kitchen. I grabbed two glasses for the soda, then some serviettes. It seemed easier to be busy because I wasn’t sure if I was ready for what came next.
Though he did say he still wanted to go shopping tomorrow...
Which felt like a beacon at this point.
He flipped open the pizza box and all but inhaled half of the first piece. “Oh, this is really good,” he said, his mouth half full. Then he laughed and patted the seat next to him. “Come sit down.”
I did, and I managed one slice of pizza by the time he’d put his second away, but then he took a long drink and I knew it was time for talking.
“So,” he began. “Tonight was fun.”
I snorted. “Yeah, not really.”
He knocked his knee to mine. “I think I learned a few things about you.”
Oh dear.
“Uh, good or bad? Mostly bad, I’m guessing. God, I’m so sorry. I freaked out earlier.”
“Hey,” he murmured. “It’s okay, Keats. You’re entitled to freak out. It was kinda scary.”
“You seemed to handle it just fine. Grace under fire, and all that.”
