Page 44 of Imperfect Match (Imperfect Match 1)
“I don’t.” If I keep saying it, maybe I’ll believe it.
“Yep. I hear you.”
“I’m serious,” I say with more conviction.
“Uh huh.”
“Aspen.”
“Willow.”
Now I remember why I hated her as a kid. “I’m not talking about this anymore.”
“Okay. Then let’s find his next date like you wanted us to and see if you don’t lose your mind.”
I grab my wine glass and drain it. “Great. Perfect. Let’s work.”
We open up the book, and I really want to draw mustaches and horns on each one of the girls when I think about them with Reid.
Because I don’t love him like that, and I’m completely okay with him kissing them.
But I give the prettiest one a beard.
And a wart for good measure.
I sniff as I grab another tissue from the box, wiping my snot and tears. This TV show ... it’s killing me.
Those two characters love each other so much, and they can’t be together. Why? Because the guy is dumb, that’s why.
They’re all dumb.
Reid is dumb. It’s been three days and he hasn’t come over, called, snuck in and eaten my food—nothing.
I purposely made pot roast in the slow cooker yesterday, because I know that smell always fills the hallway. You can’t avoid it, and that man’s olfactory sense when it comes to food is off the charts.
I thought watching my shows would cheer me up, but instead it’s slowly breaking me. Reid is breaking me. Because the truth is ... I miss him.
I miss spending time with him, even when it’s just watching television. I miss him complaining that my shows are too sappy. I miss him listening to me bitch about my job when my mother is being overbearing and ridiculous. I want to cook for him, see him come over and enjoy my food.
Why won’t he? Can’t we get past this already?
Frustrated, I sit up straight and blow my nose one last time. This is silly. He’s my best friend, and whatever happened between us that night can’t take that away.
I hop off the couch and head out into the hallway. I’m standing in front of his door, not sure if I should knock or just go in, when it flies open.
“Willow?” Leo asks, stumbling back a little. “Oh, hey.”
“Hey, is ... umm ... is Reid here?”
He looks me over with a grin. “Did you forget something?”
“What?”
“Pants.”
I look down and my shirt is hanging over my shorts, giving the illusion I h
ave no pants on. Awesome.
