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“Yes, but we agreed to me showing him around. That’s not a date by definition.”
“Call it what you want. It’s a date.”
My eyes narrow at my sister. “Can you not go around spreading that?”
“Fine, but is he at least hot?”
“He’s not my type,” I admit before even thinking.
Yes, of course, because your type suddenly became a pierced man who makes you orgasm multiple times without any effort.
Ava draws back while pressing her lips together. “Addison Edwards has a type? Since when did this happen?”
“I’m just saying, on first impressions based on a photo. He’s friend-zoned. He is very handsome, just not my type.”
Someone send me a life jacket, my cheeks feel like they’re burning with my sister’s interrogation.
“Interesting …”
“It’s not interesting at all. Maybe I shouldn’t go if I’m giving the wrong impression.”
Ava’s phone vibrates on the table. She glances over to read the text, then snorts out of nowhere.
“Honestly, men,” she complains.
“Austin?”
“No, Masen.”
My gaze falls onto the plate in front of me faster than you can saywhat the fuck.
I quickly raise my head with a flat stare. “What’s the problem?”
“He’s been texting me all week about some business problem, but it’s also been a whole week of arguing over sandwiches.”
“Sandwiches?”
Ava nods, then roll her eyes. “I know, right? He thinks you have to lay the meat and vegetables in a certain order. But then I argued Subway and their method. It’s nonsense, but at least it’s entertaining when I push his buttons.”
A forced smile remains on my face, yet my brain fails to understand how Masen has time to argue over the stupidest topic but doesn’t send me a single text about last week. Anger begins to seep into my veins, causing my body temperature to rise even though we are sitting outdoors in the fresh air. But then, with a downward gaze, my chest begins to hitch. All signs point to one thing—what happened between us was no big deal, and he’s moved on.
Beneath the table, my knees lock together as my shoulders curl over my chest.
“Addy, is everything okay? You look—”
“I’m fine,” I talk over her. “Just fine.”
* * *
Hanging out with Harrison is more fun than I thought it would be.
We laugh a lot and tell anecdotes—the two of us have so much in common. Our conversation is never dull and being around him is refreshing.
“So, let me get this straight? You have a girlfriend back home, but your family doesn’t know?”
He nods with a grin. “I’m sleeping with my sister’s therapist.”
I shake my head, both confused and shocked. “Hold on. I’m assuming she’s older?”
