“I had an idea,” he says, caressing my shoulder.
“Another one?” I joke.
“Yeah. It’s nothing big. I thought, since you like your lists so much, we can download an app to share a to-do list. One just for us. And any time you’re ready for something, you can put it on the list.” He looks at me expectantly. “If you want to, of course. It’s a silly idea.”
“I like it. I really like it.” I plant a small kiss on his lips. “Be ready for me to boss you around.”
He laughs once again. “I wouldn’t expect anything less.”
“Want to stay over?”I ask as he pulls up to my house.
“This is a first date, young lady.” His hand lands on his chest, feigning shock.
“You’re right. Should we take things slow?” My hand travels up my thigh, drawing his gaze.
“No fucking way. I can’t do slow with you.”
Two minutes later, we are making out in the elevator, and I jump on him as soon as we enter my apartment.
34
MATT
The list thing is going way better than I expected. So far, we’ve done yoga, hung out with Eric, and even went to the movies and grabbed dinner like a regular couple.
Today, we’re going skating. Natalie never skated before, so I have the privilege, and the responsibility, to teach her.
“Excited?” I ask as I lace up her skates.
“Terrified.” She bites into her bottom lip, and I have to remind myself we’re here to skate.
“Come, I have you.”
“I know, but I don’t like being bad at something.” I let out a snort.
“This will be good for me—to see your flaws.” I shrug, and she slaps me on the shoulder.
“Don’t get used to it.”
She’s really bad at skating, but that doesn’t help my infatuation one bit. Instead, she looks adorable, trying to stay upright while refusing to let go on the ice.
“I should’ve never put this on the list. I look like an idiot.” She groans.
“You look,” I eye her up and down, “incredible.” She does. In a loose sweater and tight yoga pants, she’s as gorgeous as she was in a gown on gala night. Which reminds me.
“I never asked you,” I continue, “how come you drank so much at the gala? Since you generally don’t.”
A blush creeps up her cheeks. “It is possible,” she looks down at her hands, “I was jealous.”
“Of me? Wow, that’s an ego boost.” She slaps my shoulder again, but I’m smiling from ear to ear.
Her hand is small and soft in mine as we glide cautiously across the ice. Every time she stumbles, I catch her before she hits the ground. Her lips turn up when she catches the rhythm, but as soon as her bodyweight shifts, she loses balance, and I’m right back to saving her.
“Can we go now?” she asks after a pretty nasty stumble that almost ended with both of us face down on the ice.
“What could we possibly do that could be more fun than this?” I ask, doing a dramatic figure skating spin.
“I can think of a thing or two,” she says, eyeing me hungrily, and welp, I guess it’s time to go.
