Page 18 of See Her
“Sure. My house or yours?”
“I’m already out. I’ll come to you if you text me your address.”
When we hang up, I immediately shoot him the address and start scurrying around, picking up, lighting a scented candle incase my house smells like Rottweiler, making sure my bathroom is clean, and freaking out the entire time. This is not like any other time we’ve hung out. For the first time, we’ll be in a private setting, and I can’t help going insane with excitement, wondering if Jack will make a move.
I really want him to. It’s been too long since someone has made a move on me that wasn’t in the form of a dick pic.
When Jack knocks on my door less than an hour later, I school my body language to make it look like I didn’t just spend the whole time rushing around my house, trying to find the perfect top that would make me look desirable but like I’m not trying too hard, and making my house look like a slob doesn’t live here.
I steel myself with a deep breath, let it come shuddering out and head to the door.I shake out my hands one last time, and finally let Jack in. He’s carrying a pizza box, and in his other hand is a six pack of beer.
“Oh, good man,” I say, eyeing the beer.
“Yeah, it sounds good right now, and I figured you’d agree,” he grins, setting everything down on the counter.He’s in his grey cargos and a black Henley.Dear Lord.
“Yes, definitely,” I confirm. “I’ve been hitting work hard since six this morning, and I’m so done.”
“Well, good news is you don’t have to cook, your dinner is here, and you can kick back with a beer and a movie,”he says, sounding like he’s just coming home to me like he does it every day, before reaching down to let Penny sniff his hand before giving her an affectionate head–rub when she eagerly approves. When she feels like she’s gotten enough attention, she parks her butt down next to the counter, directly below the pizza box.
“I don’t really cook anyway, but still, this all sounds fantastic.” I pull out two of the beers and grab my bottle opener to pop the tops off. I hand him one, and put the rest in the fridge before grabbing two plates and some paper towels.
“Do you not like cooking?” he asks, following me over to the couch and coffee table with the pizza.
“It’s just me here, so there’s not much point in shopping, prepping, and slaving over a meal is all. Just doesn’t seem worth it when it will be devoured in ten minutes anyway,” I reply, setting the plates down on the coffee table with my beer.Penny is rapidly sniffing around the box, so I reach inside to pull off a piece of pepperoni.I lead her to the back door and put her on her tether outside before feeding it to her.When I come back, I say, “If I do cook, it’s usually some kind of pasta or a salad or something.”
“Well, next time we’ll do this at my house and I’ll grill,” he says.
Next time?!My heart gives another flutter at that idea. I swear I’m going to need an EKG if this keeps up.
“Sounds awesome,” I say, and then sit down and reach for the remote. I put on Netflix and we scan through, looking for something we both might like before settling on the latest action movie with Statham and The Rock.
“Thank you for not getting olives on this,” I say, setting my plate down after my second slice.
“Doesn’t like olives,” he says between bites. “Noted.”
We’re about a half hour into the movie when he says, “So be honest, are you drooling over The Rock right now?”
“Nah.”
“No?”
“No, I don’t go for big and massive. He’d probably break me in half.”
He almost chokes laughing, and tips his beer back to help clear his throat. "What do you go for then?" he asks, when he recovers.
I try to keep my facial expression in check and my eyes trained on the screen, but I get a small thrill at the idea of him wanting to know this.
"Oh, I don't know, I kind of go for lean and tall...” I ramble,trying not to be obvious that I might be describing him. Call me crazy, but going on to saybad boy look with wild hair that plays musicwould maybe give me away. I switch it over to him before I embarrass myself.
“What type do you go for?” I ask shyly, both wanting and dreading the answer. I get left hanging however, when Jack opens his mouth to respond but is cut off by a sharp knock at my door.
"Maze, you home?" Ian's voice comes from the other side of the door.
"Go away!"
My idiot brother takes that as an invitation to waltz in, as Jack looks between the two of us in confusion. Ian takes a good look at Jack and then resumes the look of having no clue he's intruding. I roll my eyes and introduce them.
"Ian, this is Jack. Jack, this uninvited guest is my brother, Ian.”