a shirt so you can change.”
“Thank you,” I say.
While Landy goes to retrieve a shirt, I pick up the plate and the sushi that has landed on the floor. I dump the food into his trash and set the plate in his sink.
“Livy, I didn’t want you to clean up,” Landy says, walking back into the kitchen.
I turn and see he’s holding a long-sleeved navy T-shirt for me to wear. One that says Buffaloes Hockey #94 in gold on it.
I’m going to wear his shirt.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! I’m going to wear Landy’s shirt!
“Not a big deal,” I say, trying to calm myself.
Landy extends the shirt to me. Inside, butterflies are fluttering like mad, but I can’t let him know that.
So I practice my best adulting skills and take it from him with a calm expression on my face. “Thank you.”
“Restroom is down the hall on your right. Washcloths are under the sink.”
“Okay.” I head down the hall and locate Landy’s guest restroom. I flip on the light and shut the door.
I set his shirt on the sink countertop and study my reflection in the large mirror. My pale skin is flushed from Landy touching me, but there’s no sign of sushi anywhere. I grab some toilet paper and reach down into my bra, pull out the offending piece of sashimi, and flush it down the toilet.
I take off my blouse and hang it on a hook he has on the back of the door. I find his stack of washcloths and take one. I dampen it and clean the center of my bra. Hopefully my bra won’t smell like a sushi bar for the rest of the night now.
I grab his T-shirt and pull it over my head. The fabric is soft and smells of lavender fabric softener. He must have someone do his laundry. No man thinks about fabric softener.
I glance in the mirror, and the shirt is huge on me, despite me rolling up the sleeves a bit. But I can’t help but think of how sexy it is to wear his clothing.
Adulting, Livy.
I clear the thought from my head and check my hair for any stray bits of sushi. Okay, I can affirm the sushi and sashimi are all gone.
Red-hot desire to kiss Landy?
NOT GONE.
I draw a breath of air. He’s said some things to give me hope that this is something more for him. Like the fact that he “doesn’t do this.” Which makes me think I’m an exception to his normal flirt, hook up, be gone pattern.
Be careful, Livy, I warn myself as I stare at my reflection. It’s one night. Get to know him. Don’t be stupid.
Right. Getting to know him. That’s the whole reason I’m here.
I refocus and head back into the living room. Landy has cleaned up and I have a new plate at my spot. Perfect for resetting all the way around.
“That’s much better,” I say, sinking back down on to the floor. I pick up my chopsticks and select some sashimi, but I can feel Landy’s eyes on me. “What?” I ask. “Did I miss something?”
“No,” he says, shaking his head. “You have a good sense of humor, that’s all. A lot of women wouldn’t have found that funny. But you did.”
Happiness floats down my spine. “First, that was hilarious. Second, thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” Landy says, keeping his eyes on me for a bit longer before shifting his attention to his food. “Okay. You’ve earned the right to ask me a question. So go for it.”
Chapter 8
TriviaPlayOrPass!
Scott921, DesignerA is waiting for your answer . . .
“All right,” I say slowly, “I have my first question. It’s very important. This isn’t TriviaPlayOrPass! You can’t pass. You have to answer.”
Landy takes another sip of his beer. “Do I need to switch to sake to get through this?”
I giggle. “Nope, no sake needed. Nothing will be too painful or serious.”
Yet, I think. I’ll save those for Date #2.
“Okay. Go,” Landy says.
I clear my throat. “Tell me something nobody else knows about you.”
He puts down his beer. “Oh, come on. You said not serious!”
“It’s not. You simply have to tell me something nobody else knows about you.”
Landy thinks for a
“Thank you,” I say.
While Landy goes to retrieve a shirt, I pick up the plate and the sushi that has landed on the floor. I dump the food into his trash and set the plate in his sink.
“Livy, I didn’t want you to clean up,” Landy says, walking back into the kitchen.
I turn and see he’s holding a long-sleeved navy T-shirt for me to wear. One that says Buffaloes Hockey #94 in gold on it.
I’m going to wear his shirt.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! I’m going to wear Landy’s shirt!
“Not a big deal,” I say, trying to calm myself.
Landy extends the shirt to me. Inside, butterflies are fluttering like mad, but I can’t let him know that.
So I practice my best adulting skills and take it from him with a calm expression on my face. “Thank you.”
“Restroom is down the hall on your right. Washcloths are under the sink.”
“Okay.” I head down the hall and locate Landy’s guest restroom. I flip on the light and shut the door.
I set his shirt on the sink countertop and study my reflection in the large mirror. My pale skin is flushed from Landy touching me, but there’s no sign of sushi anywhere. I grab some toilet paper and reach down into my bra, pull out the offending piece of sashimi, and flush it down the toilet.
I take off my blouse and hang it on a hook he has on the back of the door. I find his stack of washcloths and take one. I dampen it and clean the center of my bra. Hopefully my bra won’t smell like a sushi bar for the rest of the night now.
I grab his T-shirt and pull it over my head. The fabric is soft and smells of lavender fabric softener. He must have someone do his laundry. No man thinks about fabric softener.
I glance in the mirror, and the shirt is huge on me, despite me rolling up the sleeves a bit. But I can’t help but think of how sexy it is to wear his clothing.
Adulting, Livy.
I clear the thought from my head and check my hair for any stray bits of sushi. Okay, I can affirm the sushi and sashimi are all gone.
Red-hot desire to kiss Landy?
NOT GONE.
I draw a breath of air. He’s said some things to give me hope that this is something more for him. Like the fact that he “doesn’t do this.” Which makes me think I’m an exception to his normal flirt, hook up, be gone pattern.
Be careful, Livy, I warn myself as I stare at my reflection. It’s one night. Get to know him. Don’t be stupid.
Right. Getting to know him. That’s the whole reason I’m here.
I refocus and head back into the living room. Landy has cleaned up and I have a new plate at my spot. Perfect for resetting all the way around.
“That’s much better,” I say, sinking back down on to the floor. I pick up my chopsticks and select some sashimi, but I can feel Landy’s eyes on me. “What?” I ask. “Did I miss something?”
“No,” he says, shaking his head. “You have a good sense of humor, that’s all. A lot of women wouldn’t have found that funny. But you did.”
Happiness floats down my spine. “First, that was hilarious. Second, thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” Landy says, keeping his eyes on me for a bit longer before shifting his attention to his food. “Okay. You’ve earned the right to ask me a question. So go for it.”
Chapter 8
TriviaPlayOrPass!
Scott921, DesignerA is waiting for your answer . . .
“All right,” I say slowly, “I have my first question. It’s very important. This isn’t TriviaPlayOrPass! You can’t pass. You have to answer.”
Landy takes another sip of his beer. “Do I need to switch to sake to get through this?”
I giggle. “Nope, no sake needed. Nothing will be too painful or serious.”
Yet, I think. I’ll save those for Date #2.
“Okay. Go,” Landy says.
I clear my throat. “Tell me something nobody else knows about you.”
He puts down his beer. “Oh, come on. You said not serious!”
“It’s not. You simply have to tell me something nobody else knows about you.”
Landy thinks for a
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