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“Six works great.”
“Awesome, I’ll see you then.”
I put my phone face down on the table and stare at it. He saidwhen. Hewantsto ask me out. I’m pretty sure my brain is malfunctioning, or having some sort of glitch, because it just keeps repeating the words “when I ask you out”on an endless loop. Maybe I’m thinking too much into this. I’m positive that’s what’s happening. I’m dwelling on something that does not need to be dwelled on.
But, God, I have to admit the idea of going on a date with Wyatt Hayes has my heart dancing.
Chapter Eight
Wyatt
Willaisstandinginthe entryway with her bag of laundry and a box of T-shirts and dresses. She doesn’t have classes on Fridays this semester, so for the past month she’s come home on Thursday nights, had dinner with me and Dad, and goes back to her dorm sometime on Friday. Dad left early this morning for work, and he’ll be gone until Tuesday.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to stay the weekend with you? I don’t mind.” She blows some hair out of her face and looks at me with her concerned brown eyes.
We have the same eyes. Sometimes it throws me off, looking into someone else’s face and seeing my own eyes, but most of the time it’s nice. Willa’s five years younger than me, and about six inches shorter. Her hair is lighter than mine, and she’s got it cut short, right to her shoulders, and it’s curly. I like it better when her hair is long, because she reminds me of my mother.
I think that’s why she keeps it short.
“I’m a grown man, Willa. I’ve stayed here by myself a lot more than you have.” I lean against the doorframe to the kitchen and jut my chin to the door behind her. “Alex and Taylor are coming over for a movie night, so is Lucy. I’ll be fine.”
“Lucy’s coming over? Is that the reason you’re pushing me out the door?” Willa asks, eyebrows raised.
I sigh, immediately regretting telling her Lucy is coming over. Ever since she agreed to come, I’ve been running around the house, making sure it’s clean and there aren’t any mortally embarrassing photos of me in full view. I’m nervous and excited at the same time, and I don’t know how to feel about it.
“Yes, Lucy is coming over. No, I’m not pushing you out. I just don’t want you driving to Greensboro in the dark.”
Willa scoffs and adjusts her hold on her laundry bag. “You must like her a lot.”
“We’re just friends.”
“Yeah, okay.”
“I’m serious. Her dad died not even a year ago and we’ve hung out approximately three times, one of those was spent at her father’s grave for most of the time. Plus, she’s sort of seeing someone else.”
Willa raises one eyebrow. I hate it when she does that, and I’m pretty sure she only does it because she knows I can’t. The witch.
“You mean that jerk frat boy? That won’t last,” she scoffs.
“How do you know?”
“Lots of reasons, the main one being that he’s ajerk frat boy. He’s probably seeing, at minimum, two other girls. Once Lucy realizes that she’ll probably dump him and come running into your arms.”
“That feels a little judgmental, he may be a really nice guy.”
Willa rolls her eyes. “You’re just saying that to argue with me, you don’t actually think that.”
“Stop putting words in my mouth.”
“I’m not. I’m trying to get you to be honest with yourself, there’s a difference.”
I sigh and take her bag of laundry and open the front door, motioning for her to walk out first.
“We can’t be anything more than friends,” I say to the back of Willa’s head.
“Why?”
“Because she’s emotionally unavailable. And we know better than anyone what she’s going through. She’s emotionally unavailable, and vulnerable, and I’m not taking advantage of that. The last thing she needs is some guy she barely knows hitting on her.”
