Page 95 of Cloudy With a Chance of Bad Decisions
“That’s whatyouthink,” she waggled her eyebrows. I rolled my eyes.
I doubted that these new, bubbly, fluttery feelings were mutual. I wasn’t even sure if I wanted them to be. That was why I’d come up with the “practice boyfriend” scheme in the first place. Low risk. That was safer. I turned my attention to the back of the room where I knew Georgie would reappear.
“What was he telling you when you came in?” June asked. “He looked so grumpy.”
“He was mother-henning me.” My smile was disgustingly soppy and waytoo big to properly hide. June stared at me like I was an alien.
“Mother-henning you?” She tossed her head back and cackled. “God, you would like that, wouldn’t you?”
I did like it.
Way too much.
“It’s fucking cute,” I breathed in excitement, forgetting for a moment that I should probably play it cool. “God, it’s even better than when I was pissing him off on purpose.”
“You, my friend, are actually smitten. Never thought I’d see the day.” She grinned wider. “So he said yes, then? To your little ‘fake boyfriend’ scheme?”
“Practiceboyfriend,” I corrected. “And no. Not yet. But…”
“But?”
“I’m hopeful.”
“Good. For. You.” June clapped her hands for emphasis.
I genuinely liked George.
Which is probably why I was still holding out hope that he’d accept my proposition. He deserved more pampering than anyone I’d ever met in my life. And the fact that we were on a timer? Even fucking better. That way it was a guarantee I couldn’t overwhelm him. I could be as open and wild as I wanted.
“George likesLord of the Rings. Did I tell you that?” I gushed without prompting.
“You did.”
“And he can cook steak.”
“A good trait to have when your boyfriend is a carnivore.” I ignored the ‘boyfriend’ comment.
“He reads?—”
“Youread.” June looked elated on my behalf.
“We have a lot in common.”
“True, true.”
“Plus, have you seen his ass?”
“Oh, definitely.” June looked unrepentant in the slightest. I snorted. Then a weird twinge of jealousy and possessiveness flared through me and I glared at her. That only made her laugh, looking somehow even more delighted than before. “Oh my god, you are so fucking whipped, Alex. I never thought I’d see the day.”
“Shut up. Ah! He’s coming.” And he was. George strode toward us, less hunched in on himself than he usually was. Now that he had a mission to accomplish, it seemed there was less room for self-consciousness in his brain. I worried about his hand, but didn’t want to push too hard as he slid the tray down on the table, and sat gracefully in the seat beside mine.
“Ham and cheese,” he said immediately, so focused on his task he hadn’t even greeted June. My sister simply smirked, watching him with glee. “You like ham and cheese, don’t you?”
“I do.”
“Good. I also grabbed some potato salad with extra egg for protein.” George nudged the tray toward me, waiting for inspection. I nodded along, my heart squeezing tight in that new-scary-good way as I noted the three sandwiches that took up a majority of the tray.
Three. Christ.
