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“Friends aren’t attracted to each other. Are you sure she’s into you like that?”
Zach’s lips curled up as he thought back to the blush that crawled up Libby’s neck whenever he got close. And that sexy hitch in her breath every time his mouth grazed her cheek. “Yeah. I’m sure.”
“Well then, sounds to me like you’ve got nothing to be moping about. Carry on doing what you’re doing. Oh, and try and find out why she doesn’t date. Might be easier to know what you’re up against before you try and take things to the next level.”
He couldn’t believe it. Cody was right.
First time for everything.
Zach could live without the label. Use this time to actually get to know her. The attraction was there, so he just had to be patient. Wait for her to catch up.
Feeling infinitely better than he had five minutes ago, Zach drained the rest of his beer. The next round was on him.
***
He had this. He totally had this. So why did he feel like he was way out of his league? Zach glanced over at the groceries on his front seat again, then back at the shiny red door.
I totally have this.
Don’t I?
There was no more time for self-doubt. Libby was waiting.
Forcing himself into action, he grabbed the brown paper bag and hauled himself out of the car. He followed the path toward Libby’s house and attempted to swallow down the very new lump that had made its way down his throat.
This was stupid. He was a grown man. Not some pimply teenager. He needed to pull his head out of his ass and remember who he was.
You fight fires for a living – start acting like it.
One bell ring later, the door flung open and Libby’s warm smile was hitting him square in the chest. Chocolate-brown hair cascaded over her shoulders and down to her chest in soft waves, but, as usual, it was her glittery eyes that held him hostage.
“Looking beautiful tonight, princess.”
He watched as her nose crinkled while she scanned her own outfit.
“My sweatpants are beautiful?” she challenged.
“No ... but the woman in them is.”
“This isn’t a date,” she reminded him, her smile quickly disappearing.
“Is that why you wore sweatpants?”
“Maybe.”
It was his turn to smile. So transparent. “Well, not sure your cunning plan worked, princess ... ‘cause you still look hot as fuck in those pants.” He let his gaze trail down her body. “Actually, I’m pretty sure the way they cling to those curves of yours is gonna make me blush. I’m not sure how appropriate that would be – considering this isn’t a date.”
His plan worked. She was blushing again. Now all he had to do was control himself. And put his tongue back in his mouth. The black yoga pants she had on were the biggest test. Paired with a white vest and a black lace bra on full display –he was in for a tough night.
“Those lines normally work for you?” Pink cheeks diluted some of her sass.
“You always take compliments so well?” He could do this all night.
A cute little growl slipped past those pouted lips. “You’re lucky I’m hungry.” The door opened wider as she gestured him inside. “So, what did you bring?”
“You like steak?” Zach turned briefly to make sure she was following him as he made a beeline for the kitchen.
“Is the sky blue? Of course I like steak. You’re making us steak?”
