Page 43 of Imperfect Match (Imperfect Match 1)
Willow
“He kissed you again?” Aspen asks as we sit at the table. “Jesus, what the hell is with him?” She pops another fry in her mouth while shaking her head.
“That’s what I want to know!” I go to grab one as well, but my stomach does another flip, reminding me I’m too anxious to eat.
Aspen, on the other hand, has had no issues eating both her dinner and mine. Which is hilarious since this wasn’t even supposed to be a real dinner. It was just me forcing my sister to meet me so I had a damn excuse to avoid him. And I figured we could spend a little time going over the other prospects we had for Reid.
I can’t tell if it’s the kiss or the mere thought of him dating one of these girls making me feel sick to my stomach.
Seeing him at the bar was not what I anticipated. I knew it would be awkward because all I kept picturing was him naked and on top of me. When he was standing close, I could smell his cologne, and I remembered how good it smelled mixed with his sweat. Which then took my mind to how good it felt when he touched me.
And then I was staring at him and wishing I could jump him, rip his clothes off in the bar’s bathroom, turn the memory into a reality.
Aspen snaps her fingers in front of my face. “Willow? You in there?”
I drop my head on the table. “Why is he in my damn head? Why is he doing this to me?”
“Because he has feelings for you. It’s clear that the planets are shifting in your favor. Once they line up, it’s going to be out of your hands. The Earth and her siblings are in control.”
I lift my head and glare at her. “I’m pretty sure it’s all in our control, but whatever.”
“Have you tried to prevent the gravitational pull of planets? It’s not possible, so neither you nor Reid will be able to stop it. You’re going to have to sit back and let this happen. Let your souls come together as two celestial bodies with an inevitable fate.”
Dear God. “I’m seriously wondering if you’re from this planet at all.”
She shrugs. “I’m just telling you how I see it.”
I need another drink. “I regret asking this already, but how exactly do you see it? Where do we end up?”
Aspen is weird, but at the same time, she’s got the gift like my mother. They’re much more intuitive about the concept of matchmaking. It’s a gut feeling they have when a couple is together. I’ve always thought it was crazy, but I can’t deny the results.
“You’re going to marry him,” she says imperiously.
I burst out laughing. “You’re insane! Reid isn’t going to marry anyone, ever, and I’m going to die alone, because once Mom sells the business I’ll be broke and unable to afford to have a baby!”
“That may be, Willow, but you truly love him and he truly loves you. That’s rare, and if he’s willing to look past your bad fashion sense and weird quirks, I’d go with it.”
“You think I have bad fashion sense? What exactly is it that you’re wearing right now?” I gesture across the table at her getup.
Today, my sister is wearing a “Jesus Won’t Save You” T-shirt with what appear to be plastic pants. Plastic. They’re sort of hard looking, but shiny at the same time. I’m pretty sure she melted water bottles and then molded them. Or maybe they were garbage bags once upon a time. Either way, I’m not brave enough to touch them.
“I’m a conservationist,” she says, as if that explains everything.
“Is that what we’re calling it?”
Aspen rolls her eyes. “You can deflect all you want, but your stubborn denial is keeping the stars from aligning for you.”
“I thought it was planets?”
“It’s all part of the celestial universe, Willow,” she says with an air of mystery, wiggling her fingers in the air.
This is too much. “What about reality? What about the fact that he’s got a boatload of baggage and we have very different goals for the future? What about the fact that in all these years, Reid and I have never felt anything like this before?”
Aspen spins the straw in her drink. “Does any of that matter when it comes to love?”
I sigh and sit back. Why am I asking her about this? She’s never even been in love. Hell, I’m not sure Aspen has dated anyone in months because it’s really hard to find a man who is cool with a woman living in an Airstream without running water. “I don’t love him like that.”
She laughs. “Okay.”
