I am trying to go through the books I wrote during the summer and turn them into a bundle but because I love giving myself lots of additional work, I’m adding a bunch of new content to Summer Romance.
Here’s a portion I worked on today:
A pop and a new Carter hairstyle? I had never wanted to say I was hashtag blessed before, but I felt very tempted now. I dragged my eyes away from his hair and told him, “Thanks again.” Then I couldn’t help myself. “We are so totally getting friendship bracelets.”
“Being friends with you is going to be painful, isn’t it?” he asked but with a smile.
“I can’t help it. You’re so…” I gestured vaguely at him. “Right there. And your face is so fun to mock.”
“I have a great face,” he defended.
Privately, I agreed. To him and his great face, I scoffed and said, “Look who’s modest.”
“You’re still an asshole,” he told me seriously. Had I gone too far? He smiled. “And I still don’t mind.”
I pursed my lips in contemplation. “I wonder if there’s a way to put that on the friendship bracelet.”
He gestured to the pop on the table. “Are you going to drink the beverage I so kindly procured for you?”
I made a decision and shook my head. “Nope.” His face fell for a moment and I told him, “We are.”
I got up and went to one of the market attendants behind the counter who wasn’t busy and he got two paper cups for us to use. I brought the cups back to our table and opened the can.
Carter wasn’t lying. He did have a great face. And hair, I couldn’t forget the hair. But his face stole the spotlight now. It was so soft and pleased when I poured us both a cup of pop.
The rest of the conversation was spent talking about trivial matters and trading stupid banter back and forth. I considered this whole day a true sign that we had gotten past the coworkers stage and entered into friendship territory.
Hella Gay 