Page 28 of Walk With Me
She sips her coffee. “Sure.”
I’m getting the feeling she’s not catching my meaning. “I mean as a date.”
Is choking on coffee a good sign? I hope so, because Eden just inhaled most of her cup and is now coughing it up with wide eyes.
Shit. I think I fucked this up. Why am I so bad at this? No, why am I so bad at this withher?
I’ve had plenty of girls ask me out. Hell, I’ve even flirted with girls and had a few girlfriends, albeit short-term ones. Either way, I was able to get through the interactions smoothly, my natural charm winning out. With Eden it’s just not there.
“Sorry,” she splutters, slapping a hand on her chest. She coughs a couple more times before sitting up and looking at me. Her eyes are watery from the effort of getting the coffee out of her windpipe. “You…you want to go on a date with me?”
“Well…I thought…um, yes?”
A small grin evolves on her face. “Did you just say yes in the form of a question?”
Oh, she’s teasing me.
“Probably,” I reply with a shy smile. I like this about her. Eden has a way of breaking through the awkwardness. Usually it’s with brutal honesty, which I like. But I like her teasing, too.
Her gray eyes roam my face for a second. I wish I could read her mind. “I’d like that,” she finally says.
My response is cut off by Becca shuffling into the room and then the bed. She looks as bad as I felt first thing this morning. Her hair is a tangled mess, and her makeup is smeared.
“I want to die,” she groans. I scoot over to give her some more room. It just so happens that I’m now a little closer to Eden, and I can’t say I’m sorry about it.
She smells good.
“Are you dying too?” Becca asks, completely missing the fact I’m in bed with Eden and we’re having a moment.
“I feel better.”
“That’s not fair,” Becca whines. Eden laughs, which finally alerts Becca to her presence.
Sitting bolt upright, she leans forward and stares at Eden. “Eden!”
“Becca!”
“You’re in bed with Sloane!”
“Yes. We shared a room. You knew that was going to happen yesterday. And you just saw me in the kitchen, like ten minutes ago.”
Becca looks from Eden to me, and back again. “Did you look after her? I can’t remember anything past…” Becca’s face turns a tomato shade of red.
Interesting.
Eden scratches the back of her neck. “Um, yeah, I made sure she was okay.”
“Are you in her t-shirt?” Becca asks me.
Oh my god, this is awful. “Yes, um, I was a mess last night and Eden gave me her t-shirt to sleep in.”
Becca’s eyes get a fraction wider. She leans forward again and looks at Eden. “What did you sleep in?”
“My bra,” she says matter-of-factly. “I didn’t have any other clothes and my hoodie is disgusting.”
Tired of the inquisition, I decide to turn the tables. Eden has only just agreed to go on a date with me. I’m not having Becca’s invasive questions change her mind.
“And where exactly did you end up? You were gone most of the night. I only saw you when you gave me shots. Thanks, by the way. You know tequila hates me.”
