A grin pulled at my lips. “Yes, I am.”
“With the girl who’s never been out on a date before.” She looked up, meeting my gaze. “It just doesn’t seem real.”
“Okay. I’m here with you because I want to be—because I like you. Ah—let me finish.” The look of doubt that crossed her face was obvious. “I’ve already told you. You’re different—in a good way, so get that look off your face.”
She narrowed her eyes at me.
“And I’ll admit, some of the times I asked you out, I knew you weren’t going to say yes. And maybe while I wasn’t always being serious when I did, I was always serious about wanting to take you out. You get that? And I like hanging out with you.” I popped a piece of steak into my mouth. “And hey, I think I’m a pretty damn good catch for your first date.”
“Oh my God.” She laughed, crinkling the skin around her eyes. “I can’t believe you just said you were a good catch.”
I shrugged. “I am. Now eat your chicken before I do.”
And she did.
More importantly, she finally relaxed enough to be enjoying herself. And wasn’t that the whole point of a date? I liked to think so.
“So, what are you doing for Thanksgiving?” I asked. “Going back home to Texas?”
She made a face. “No.”
“You’re not going home?”
Shortcake finished off the last of her chicken. “I’m staying here. Are you going home?”
“I’m going home, not sure exactly when.” I didn’t like the idea of her being here alone. “You’re seriously not going home at all? It’s more than a week—nine days. You have time.”
“My parents . . . are traveling, so I’m staying here.” Her gaze flicked away. “Do your parents do the big Thanksgiving dinner?”
“Yeah,” I said, distracted.
As the check arrived and we headed out into the chilly night air, I dropped an arm over her shoulder, tucking her close as we walked across the dark parking lot. She didn’t resist, instead staying pressed to my side.
“Did you have a good dinner?” I asked once inside the truck, smacking my hands together and rubbing them.
“Yes. And thank you for the food. I mean, dinner. Thank you.” She closed her eyes and even though it was too dark for me to see, I knew she blushed. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” I grinned. “Thank you for finally agreeing to let me take you out.”
She sent me a tentative smile, and a comforting silence fell between us, which was good. My thoughts kept going back to the fact she wasn’t doing anything for Thanksgiving. It seemed wrong and lonely and about a hundred other things to spend a holiday alone. An idea formed in my head, one I doubted Avery would go for, but I had to try.
When we got back to University Heights, we stopped in front of her door and the most awkward moment in any date was about to occur. Part of me couldn’t wait to see how she handled this.
Shortcake turned to me, gaze fixed on my chest as she fiddled with the strap on her purse.
“So . . .” I drew the word out, silently praying that she didn’t say good-bye.
“Would you like to come in?” she asked, and I did an internal fist bump. “For something to drink? I have coffee or hot chocolate. I don’t have any beer or anything more—”