That night, I pulled into his apartment complex. “Here you are,” I said.
“Here I am,” he replied. He made no move to get out of my car.
“You sure you’ll be okay?”
“I’ll be fine. All alone. By myself.”
“That’s a shame.”
“So.”
“This is where you open the door and get out of my car.”
“Let’s go do something tomorrow night. It’s Friday.”
“I know what day it is.”
“Just as friends.”
I arched an eyebrow at him. “Just as friends?”
He smiled and those dimples were out in full force. “Just as friends.”
I wasn’t fooled. “You’re totally thinking in your head that it’s a date, aren’t you?”
He nodded, not even looking remotely guilty. As a matter of fact, his smile widened.
“Vince….”
“One date, Paul. One date. If you hate it, I’ll never ask you out ever again.”
“Ever?”
“Ever.” He paused, considering. “Or until next Tuesday, whichever comes first.”
“You think you’re so cute, don’t you?”
“Do you think I’m cute?”
“Fuck off,” I grumbled.
“So?”
I sighed. “Fine. Tomorrow.”
Vince beamed at me and my heart skipped a couple of beats.
“But I’m not going to have fun,” I warned him, already feeling nervous about it.
He rolled his eyes. “Sure you will. And then I’ll get to ask you out again for a second date. And then on the date after that, you’ll show me what you do with those sex toys.” He grinned an evil grin at me.
“Get out of my car,” I said, absolutely mortified.
“See you tomorrow for our date,” he said, leaning forward and brushing his lips across mine before I could stop him. And then he was gone.
Five minutes later as I drove home, I received my billionth text of the day.
Miss u already. SEX FACE >_<