Page 92 of Just My Type

He’s raised an eyebrow. ‘Do expand.’

‘Basically, I think you’re great. Even though you’ve got a great big beard and a topknot. And what is even going on here?’ I ask, waving in the direction of today’s ensemble. ‘You’re kind of skinny, your eyes are grey, you are completely and utterly not my type. And despite all of that, I think I might like you. You’re kind. You’ve been such an incredible help. You look like a sexy Viking. You make me feel beautiful and you make coffee with my face on it that tastes very nice. You believed in me when I didn’t. I don’t think I’d be where I am today without the help you’ve given me. . .’

I pause. Embarrassed, I meet his eyes. He’s givingnothingaway.

‘Plus, there’s no one else I’d rather sit around at home wearing my hot pink house leggings and eating noodles with.’

Still nothing.

‘And I think I’ve got a crush on you. I really could not have foreseen that I’d develop a thing for red heads at the start of this journey.’

Note to self: add body language classes to your to do list. I literally cannot read what Arnie is thinking right now. He’s just been leaning against the door looking down at me this entire time.

Hmm. Still no response. Maybe I got this wrong after all. I mean, Pie with My IT Guy was date number two, way back when. And the article did specifysevendates to find TheOne. I’m about to say something like ‘no hard feelings’ and head home when I feel his hands circle around the tops of my arms. I’m hoisted up and over the threshold and placed back on my feet in his hallway. He’s leaning down and our faces are so close that I can feel his warm breath against my cheek.

‘So you think you might like me?’ he says in that deep, rich voice I know so well.

Every single nerve ending in my body is yelling at me to just kiss him already. This boy who I like. This boy who I would never have even met if it weren’t for Mila’s stern words. This boy who might just be about to turn from a friend into something more.

I stare into his pale grey eyes, like a crystal clear river on a hot summer’s day.

‘I mean, I’m terribly busy and important these days,’ I grin. ‘But yes, I think I just might.’