tried to deny what he was saying, while in the back of her mind, the fact that he’d said he was “interested” in her was making her insides go haywire. “I know you didn’t mean anything by it. You don’t have to treat me differently.”
“I do, Nic. You aren’t just one of the girls that I usually pick up in the bar. I know you, I like you, and you’re my sister’s roommate. I should have treated you with more respect, and I apologize.”
“I like you too, Kent, just the way you are. I don’t want you to think you have to act differently around me. I’m nothing special, honest.” Nicole said worried that he was already putting her in the friend zone, and that she would never get a chance with him.
Kent stood abruptly and walked over to her, bending down and lifting her chin so that he was looking directly in her eyes.
He wanted her to see that he was telling her the truth, and to make sure that she heard him.
“You are special, Nic. You aren’t just looking for a good time, and you don’t deserve to be treated like you are. I swear that when I asked you to come to my place, I wasn’t expecting you to hop into my bed; I just wanted to get to know you better. I approached it totally wrong, and I don’t want to make that mistake again. I came by today to make amends, and to ask if you’d like to go out on a date with me.”
Nicole blinked slowly, her brain working hard to catch up with her pounding heart.
“Yes,” She said breathlessly, caught by the intensity of his grey eyes. “I’d like that.”
Kent’s grin was swift and broad.
“Great. When’s your next evening off?” He asked softly, his gaze dropping momentarily from her eyes to her lips, as he released his hold on her chin.
“Um, Thursday,” She replied, licking her lips to moisten them. Her mouth had gone dry under his perusal.
Kent stood upright, pausing to brush a disheveled lock of hair behind her ear before he turned to walk out of her room.
He paused at the door and turned to her before exiting.
“I’ll pick you up at six.” Kent promised with a smile, then he walked out, leaving Nicole sitting at her desk, smiling softly at the empty doorway.
Chapter Six
Nicole was so nervous, she felt like she might be sick. Her clothes were strewn across her bed, chair, and desk. She couldn’t find anything to wear on her date with Kent.
Roni stood in the doorway, watching Nicole search frantically through her belongings, and couldn’t stop the laugh that escaped her.
Nicole turned quickly at the sound; the look on her face betrayed her nerves.
“It’s just Kent,” Roni assured her. “He won’t care what you’re wearing.”
Nicole threw her hands up in the air in frustration.
“I’ve seen the way he dresses, I know he cares… And besides, I care,” Nicole argued. “I want to look nice for our first real date.”
“Nic, you look great in sweats. Plus, you have amazing clothes. I would kill for your wardrobe.” Roni walked in and started going through the clothes on the bed. “What are you thinking? A dress? Or maybe jeans and a cute top?”
“I don’t know,” Nicole wailed as she threw herself atop her clothes and covered her eyes with her hands.
Roni picked a pretty navy blue dress off of the pile and held it up.