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“What are you doing after dinner?” she asks, living vicariously. “Is he coming back here?”
“Not sure. We didn’t really talk about that.”
Her eyes flash with sexy mischief. “But he’s coming back here, right?”
I pause. “I… don’t know. Why?”
“Heidi…” She frowns. “Please tell me you’re not going out on a secret date with a hot frat boy without plans to put out afterward.”
“We’re getting to know each other, Jenna,” I say. “Isn’t that what dating is?”
“No. Dating is the chip.”
“The what?”
“It’s the chip! Or the pretzel or the carrot stick. It’s just a tool used to transfer a sinful amount of hummus into your mouth.”
I wince. “Hummus is sex in this analogy, isn’t it?”
“Or salsa. Or creamy ranch.” She tilts her head and smirks. “That’s honestly a better example visually now that I think about it.”
“Jenna.” I stand my ground. “Drew and I don’t need or want… creamy ranch right now. We’re fine with chips.”
“You’re fine with chips,” she says. “Drew is not.”
I scoff. “Oh, come on. You don’t know that.”
“He’s Delta Xi, Heidi.”
“So?”
“So…” She sits up on the bed and puts on her serious face. “It’s Saturday night. If he doesn’t get it from you, then he will get it from one of the dozens of girls lined up on the Delta Xi front porch right now. Do you want that to happen?”
I shift on my toes. “No…”
There’s a knock at the back door. I flinch.
Jenna stands up. “Just think about it,” she says. “But don’t over-think about it. You’ll only drive yourself crazy.”
“Wouldn’t want that,” I squeak.
“I’ll get the door. Wait sixty seconds and then make your entrance. His reaction sets the tone for the entire night, so make it good.”
I exhale hard. “Okay.”
She gives me a quick once over and smiles. “So adorable!” she whispers before striding into the hallway.
I check my reflection one more time. I fiddle with my hair, quickly deciding to let it all hang over one shoulder. I slip on my shoes, a pair of black flats from Jenna’s closet that actually fit me.
Here we go.
I linger in the doorway and listen as Jenna answers the back door.
“Hey, Drew! Come on in.”
“How are you, Jenna?”
My pulse skips at the sound of his voice. Somehow, it wasn’t real until now. He’s here, now, in my house, making small talk with my roommate, while he waits for me — me! — because we’re going out on a date. An actual date.
