Page 18 of Imperfect Match (Imperfect Match 1)
I look up into Reid’s blue eyes and know that I would rather walk away now and have him as just a friend than ever know life without him. “I should go.”
He nods. “But you never answered my first question. Why did you come here in the first place? Was there something you needed to tell me?”
I could tell him all the things I was feeling and he would understand, because he’s that amazing, but I don’t know that we could ever be the same again. This will pass—it has to, and then I’d regret ever opening my mouth to begin with.
So I lie. And I lie in a way that will break this spell we’re both under. “To talk about the girl I found for your first date.”
He takes a step back and my chest aches, but it’s for the best. Whatever this is, it won’t last. It’s just the fact that I haven’t gotten laid in so long, that’s all. It’s freaking Reid.
I’m clearly just wound too tight and he’s the guy my libido has picked.
Makes perfect sense now that I’ve put it into perspective.
“Oh?” he asks before clearing his throat.
“Yes, I found a girl I think will be perfect and I meant to tell you earlier, but forgot. So, I was up racking my brain about what I forgot to tell you and came over here to do that ... to tell you ... about the girl.”
“And it couldn’t have waited until it wasn’t midnight?” He asks moving farther away from me.
“Nope.”
“I see.”
“Good.”
He nods. “Good. So what happens now? You set us up on our date?”
Date. Why does that word make me want to hurl right now?
“I’ll call her tomorrow after you look at her profile and set it all up.”
Reid sits on the end of the bed. “If that’s really what you needed to tell me, I’m glad you can get some sleep now.”
“Yeah, totally will. Whew,” I say with a sigh and mock-wipe my forehead. “Thanks for letting me clear that up. Glad you were awake too.”
His head moves up and down slowly. “Yeah, would’ve been awkward, you barging in here, if it weren’t about something important.”
“Right,” I say and start to back out. “Okay. Goodnight.”
“Goodnight. Sleep tight now that you’ve gotten your head cleared.”
I smile. “I will. You too.”
Yeah, like I’m going to sleep at all for the next week.
“You look like hell,” Aspen says as she enters my office Monday afternoon.
I really don’t have the energy for my sister today. She requires full brainpower to comprehend, and I have maybe a quarter remaining. I’m so tired, confused, and emotional, I can barely think.
No
t to mention she shouldn’t talk about how I look. At least I match and don’t have weeds hanging in my hair.
Aspen gives a whole new meaning to the words flower child. She literally has flowers in her hair, on her clothes, and believes their perfume is enough to mask anything.
They’re not. Not even close.
“What are you doing here?” I ask her.
