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Everly laughs even harder, and he pokes her in the arm. “Everly, don’t laugh at that. Tell her your husband is a very good kisser.”
Everly lifts her hand and shakes it in a “so-so” manner. “Eh.”
Flames erupt in his eyes as his anger shoots to the roof. “You take that back or…or…divorce.” His hand playfully slaps the table.
Chuckling some more, Everly leans in close to Hardy and places her palm on his chest. “You’re the best kisser to have ever kissed my lips.” That satisfies him as he leans in and pecks her mouth. “Then again, I’ve never had a whisper of a kiss from Graydon St. John.”
“That’s it.” Hardy pushes away from the table as Everly and I dissolve into a fit of giggles. “I don’t have to put up with this kind of abuse.” He picks up his plate and his orange juice and huffs. “I’m going to eat out on the balcony where the pigeons will appreciate me.”
“Okay, JP,” Everly scoffs, but then she stops him with her hand on his stomach and beckons him down to her. He leans in and she kisses him lightly, then shivers. “Ooh, nothing will beat that.”
He rolls his eyes but says, “Better remember that, baby.”
When he shuts the screen door to the balcony, Everly brings herattention back to me and says, “He’s actually a really good kisser.”
“When I kissed him, I was impressed.”
“I heard that, you assholes,” Hardy says through a crack in the sliding glass door.
We both chuckle and then attack our French toast.
Of course he heard that.
Comfortable in a pair of pink pajama pants and a white shirt that says Single and Ready to Flamingo, I bring my knees up to my chest and press play on my movie before snagging my popcorn bowl from the table.
After brunch with Hardy and Everly, I ran some errands, took a long walk around Golden Gate Park, and then came back here. I showered and promised myself an unhealthy dinner of popcorn and Butterfinger Bites.
Sometimes you just need one of those nights, and I did, because I needed the distraction.
All day, my mind has been on Graydon.
I’ve been tempted to text him, to ask him how training camp was today, to ask him to come over and watch a movie with me, but I’ve held back. I’ve kept my hand away from my phone and focused on things I needed to take care of because…frankly, I have no idea where I stand with him.
He wanted that kiss, I know he did.
He held me close last night, and he wasn’t faking it.
He has been every bit attentive and protective, and it’s made it seem like…like there’s something special between us, but I’m too scared to ask.
I’m too nervous to even venture into the idea of there being more because is that something I even want? I’ve been out of the dating circuit for so long now that I don’t even know how it works. And does he even want to date?
Ugh…I have no idea.
But, God, last night…it really didn’t feel like it was all for show. It felt like so much more than that.
Sighing, I pick up my phone asHow to Lose a Guy in 10 Daysstarts toplay. I click on Instagram and take in all the notifications alreadywaiting for me. We turned off the DM option because that became insane,and instead we just take the time to look at the comments.
Since we sort of announced our “relationship” last night, I decided to post the picture I took of us in the car, with his hand on my thigh. My caption was simple: “Best date ever. Save the Flamingos.”
I left it at that, and from the looks of it, that’s all it took. There are already over two thousand comments.
Good Lord.
I shake my head and bring my attention back to the movie just as my phone buzzes with a text.
When Graydon’s name appears, I can’t hold back my smile or ignore how seeing his name feels like a bunch of tiny fireflies just lit up in my stomach.
Graydon:Best date ever, huh?
