Nothing More (Landon Gibson 1) - Page 25

Part of me wants to continue the conversation and find out why she kissed me in the first place, but I figure that she clearly doesn’t want to talk about it, so I won’t push it. I don’t want to make her uncomfortable or give her the impression that I didn’t enjoy it.

I’m trying to learn how to “adult.” It’s getting easier each month, but sometimes I forget that instant intimacy is something only young people desire. If we were teenagers, her kissing me would automatically make us committed to each other in some way, but adult dating is so . . . so much more complicated. It’s a much slower process. It’s usually like this: You meet someone through your friend, you hit it off, you go on a date. By the end of date number two, you usually kiss. By five dates, you have slept together, twelve dates before you start sleeping over on a regular basis, a year before you move in together, another two you get married. You buy a house, a baby follows.

Sometimes the last two are reversed, but most of the time this seems like how it goes. According to television and romantic movies. Sure, not for people like Hardin and Tessa, who clearly didn’t google the SparkNotes of Dating 101 and moved in together within five months of meeting, but still.

“Is that a no?” she presses.

I shake my head, trying to remember what we were talking about. Her roommates . . . Oh yeah, going out with her roommates.

I look toward the living room when I hear Tessa talking to someone, and when I turn back to Nora, she’s stretching, holding her arms up in the air, exposing more skin. She’s tall and curvy; she looks to be at least five foot seven.

It’s distracting, for sure.

“Where will you be going?” I ask. I don’t want to decline, I’m just curious.

“I don’t know yet, honestly.” She grabs her cell phone from the counter and swipes her finger over the screen. “Let me ask. We have this group chat that I usually ignore because it’s mostly just three horny chicks spamming pictures of hot, naked men, but I’ll ask.”

I laugh. “Sounds like my kind of chat.”

I immediately recoil at my own joke, but humor fills her eyes. Why won’t my mouth just stay closed around her? I need a lameness filter. Though if I couldn’t say anything embarrassing around her, I probably wouldn’t have much to say at all.

“Well then . . .” She laughs. My awkwardness is drowned out by the sound. Her laughter is light, like she doesn’t have a care in the world. I want to hear the sound again.

“Sometimes I try too hard,” I admit, laughing with her.

She tilts her chin up at me. “You don’t say.” Her lips are pouty now, as if she’s testing me. It’s like they are begging me to kiss them again.

Her phone starts to play the theme song from a show I immediately recognize.

I raise one eyebrow. “Parks and Rec? I didn’t think you were the type,” I tease.

I loved that show until the internet stole it from the actual fans and turned it into a cool, memeworthy thing that I can’t wrap my mind around.

She quickly ignores the call, but the phone starts ringing again, and Nora immediately swipes to ignore it and puts the phone on the counter. I consider asking her why she did that, just to make sure she’s okay. I can’t help it. It’s become some sort of habit of mine, making sure everyone is okay. Before I butt into Nora’s business, Tessa walks back into the kitchen followed by a young man wearing a red work vest and utility belt.

“He’s here to fix the garbage disposal,” she explains. The man smiles at her, looking at her for a beat too long.

“We have a garbage disposal?” I ask. This is news to me.

Both women look at each other and do that thing where women use their eyes to say, Oh, men! like back in the fifties.

Not fair. I help with dishes. I load them. I scrub them. I dry the silverware if Tessa doesn’t beat me to it. So I’m not just a dumb dude who doesn’t know there’s a garbage disposal because I’m lazy—I just hadn’t noticed it. Or used it. Come to think of it, I don’t think I’ve ever used a garbage disposal in my life.

Nora grabs her phone from the counter. It’s lighting up like it’s ringing again, but she must have switched it to silent. Her eyes close and she sighs. “I better go,” she announces. Her eyes move back down to her phone. She shoves it into the pocket of her jacket, which is hanging on the back of the chair, and which she then grabs.

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