exactly what he meant by that.
I laughed again. 'But you didn't. Because you meet
outside by the smoking station—'
Again, that flash of something furtive and guilty in his gaze.
'And it wasn't the gym,' I continued as though I hadn't
seen it. 'Where was it?'
His dark eyes gleamed again. 'Outside the Speckled
Toad.'
My mouth opened, but I had nothing to say.
He snapped his fingers again and crowed, laughing. 'Yes!
I'm right, right? That's where it was? I knew you looked
familiar!'
'I love that place.' With my laundry in my hands, there
was no chance I was going to leap into his arms, so I kept
was no chance I was going to leap into his arms, so I kept
it there.
'Me, too.' Eric's smile softened as he looked over my
face. He seemed to be studying me harder this time. He
nodded after a moment. 'Yes. That's definitely it. A few
weeks ago, right? You were going in and—'
'You were going out. Yes.' I pretended to just remember
now. 'I guess that's why when I saw you in the Mocha I
noticed you. You looked familiar.'
It sounded like a much better story, said that way, and
Eric's grin stretched wider. 'Uh-huh. Wow. Smal world,
huh?'
'Infinitely.'
I wanted to kiss him. I wanted him to kiss me. Instead, I
bent to finish puling the rest of the clothes from the dryer
and into my basket. He was stil staring when I stood, my
basket in my hands.
'What are you doing after you're done with your laundry?'
'I thought I'd read my book…' I glanced at the clock on
the wal, then back at him. 'I have to work tomorrow.
the wal, then back at him. 'I have to work tomorrow.
Why?'
'I was going to watch a movie.
'No.' I drew the word out, slow, not wanting to jump to
conclusions.
'Would you like to?'
I pretended to think about it, though inside I was already
screaming out the YESYESYES of Saly's deli orgasm in
with you?'
'I am.' He spread his hands at his sides. 'How about it?'
'Sure. Why not? Just let me put this stuff away and I'l
come over.'
