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“You got me a Red Sox shirt?” I bite my bottom lip in an effort to contain my smile.
“You can’t really go to a Red Sox game without one.”
“First flowers and now this. A girl could get used to this treatment. Here, hold this.” I hand him the empty bag and my purse before sliding my current top off. I have a tank on underneath, so I’m not worried about giving anyone a look at the goods. Taking the empty bag back, I drop my other shirt inside and hold my arms out to the side. “Well, how do I look?”
“A Sox shirt has never been sexier.” He gives my body one good, long sweep with his eyes.
“Is this how it’s going to be for an entire month?” I ask him, humor in my voice.
“What do you mean?”
“You. Acting like this.”
“What’s wrong with how I’m acting?”
“I don’t know. It’s just...weird.”
“Weird good or weird bad?”
“I’ll let you know once I figure it out.” I take my purse from his hand and climb into the car without another word.
“I’m really glad you decided to come with me tonight,” he says, his eyes on the road as he drives away from my apartment building.
“You talked the hot dogs up so much, how could I say no?”
“Just wait. You’re going to love this.” He smiles, ear to ear like an excited child on Christmas morning.
Who is this guy?
“And if I don’t?”
“Then I guess I’ll owe you one.”
“Yeah you will,” I tell him matter of fact, causing his laughter to filter through the car, followed by my own.
“I like you,” he says seemingly out of nowhere after a few moments of silence have stretched between us.
“You do, do you? Are you sure it’s me you like and not just the idea of winning a certain bet?”
“No, I mean it. I genuinely like you. You’re like a female version of me.”
“I’m not sure I would classify that as a compliment.”
“I would. It’s fucking refreshing. A girl who can hold her liquor, clear a plate of boneless wings, and still want dessert after. Not to mention, you call me on everything. You don’t let a single thing slide by. I like that about you. I like that you aren’t afraid of me.”
“Why would I be afraid of you?” I watch him while he watches the road.
“I’ve been told I’m intimidating.”
“You?” I gasp dramatically in shock, like it’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard.
“Yeah. Yeah.” He chuckles. “I’m just saying, I’ve never met someone like you before.”
“And you never will again.” I wag my finger at him. “But alas, our time will be over in one month and we can go back to hating each other.”
“I never hated you.” He glances at me out of the corner of his eye.
“Then why did you basically avoid me like the plague until this past week?”
