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It was Thursday. Finally. Just one more night and Libby would be back in her preferred position. Underneath Zach. Not that she’d been counting down the days or anything. That would be crazy.
Then take your lying ass to the nearest mental health facility and check yourself in pronto, bitch.
God, she really frigging hated her inner voice sometimes. She was such a hater.
The day had not started well. This morning, in a moment of madness and possible sleep deprivation, Libby had texted Zach and said the worst thing she could possibly say. She told him that she liked him.
Talk about giving the guy mixed messages!
Yes, it was a stupid thing to say. Even if she did mean it. And yes, she was the one who’d been adamant about keeping things between them as casual as possible. So, it was definitely going to confuse the hell out of him. But it was out there now, and she couldn’t take it back.
Anyway, from what she could tell by his reply, Zach didn’t seem too fazed by the admission.
Zach: I like you too, princess and I miss you. Just hold on one more day and I promise to make up for all the time we’ve spent apart.
Libby continued to scroll through their messages as she sat in her home office. Well, it wasn’t so much an office as it was her spare room. With the fancy new desk she’d treated herself to and a wooden chair she’d brought up from the kitchen.
That reminds me. Must buy office chair.
A vibration brought her attention back to the phone in her hands.
Zach. He was ringing her. Why was he ringing her? Denial was so much easier via text. Oh God. Back were the butterflies. She hesitated a moment before answering.
“Hey?”
“Hi, princess.”
“So, uh, um, what’s up?” Smooth.
His reply began with that charismatic chuckle she loved so much. “Am I making you nervous, baby?”
“No.” Maybe.
This was insane. The man had seen her naked, for God’s sake, and she was acting as if she was a kid with a crush.
Another laugh greeted her one-word reply.
Great. She was so freaking transparent.
“Don’t worry, I’m not gonna try and get another ‘I like you’ out of you.” Goddamnit. “I just wanted to call and tell you that I can’t wait to see you tomorrow. And to tell you not to cook. I’m gonna pick up food on my way over. I don’t want you lifting a finger tomorrow night; I need you to keep your energy saved for ... other things.”
So much warmth was coming from her cheeks, she was pretty sure she could heat the whole damn house. There was certainly no denying her body’s reaction to him. Or his words. No matter how much she wanted to. The only saving grace from this whole conversation was that it was over the phone, and he couldn’t see her. Or what he was doing to her.
Fake it till you make it.
“Okay, okay, very funny. First of all, you tell me you like me all the time, so let’s not make a big deal out of me saying it back, okay? And secondly, who says I was planning on cooking for you? That’s a little presumptuous.”
“And?”
“And what?” she asked.
“And ... what about the last thing I said? Don’t you want to school me on that too?” She didn’t miss the amusement in his voice.
“Well, now that you mention it, shouldn’t you be the one saving up all your energy? I mean, you’re the one whose been doing twelve-hour shifts for the past few days.” She couldn’t hold back a smile as she spoke. “Something like that could really tire a guy out. And, y’know, I’d hate to be disappointed.”
“Princess,” he warned, only making her smile grow wider. “When have I ever disappointed you? Huh? Did I disappoint you when I had to cover your mouth to stop you from screaming at the station? Or when I put you over my knee and—”
“Zach!” Talk about taking things to a whole other, embarrassing level. “Oh my God. I can’t believe you— Please tell me you’re not around people right now?”
