“I’m dreading seeing him, to be honest.” I ran my finger along the stem of the wineglass. “He’s probably beating himself up for doing something so stupid.”
“You haven’t seen him since the kiss?”
I shook my head, a little embarrassed by the fact that I’d spent extra time on hair and makeup that morning, just in case I saw Colin. “When I got up this morning, he was already gone.”
As if on cue, the sound of a key in the lock came from the entryway, and my stomach went wild with butterflies. I felt a little light-headed and took a deep breath, trying to look cool and casual.
Sara smirked, raised her glass, and gave me a tiny nod of support. “Cool and casual. You’ve got this.”
The door opened, and Colin walked in.
Dear God.
Did the man ever look less than perfect?
I allowed myself one second to do a lustful inventory—blue eyes, stylish suit, wide chest, broad shoulders, Adam’s apple—before turning my attention to the focaccia on the table. I leaned forward and unwrapped the loaf as I said to Sara, “I can’t believe they still have this bread.”
I felt it in my peripheral vision when he looked over at us. Noticed us.
“They told me when I called in the order that my timing was good, because apparently they sell out in fifteen minutes or less every single day.” Sara set down her wineglass and—bless her—smiled like we were having the greatest time. “Is it really that good?”
I pulled off a hunk and set it on my plate before pushing the rest of the loaf toward her. “Oh, yeah.”
“Hey.” Colin set his messenger bag on the table next to the door, walked into the kitchen, and gave me a weird look. His eyes moved all over my face and I wondered if he’d been expecting a reaction over the kiss or something, because he looked like he was trying to find answers to a thousand questions.
“Hey,” I said, glancing at Sara and trying not to grin as she gave me a discreet look. “This is Sara, by the way. Sara, this is my brother’s roommate, Colin.”
Colin’s mouth curled into a warm, friendly smile that made my stomach feel light and he reached out and shook her hand. “Nice to meet you. Although . . .”
Sara tilted her head and smiled.
“Didn’t we go to the same high school?” Colin let go of her hand and put his in his pockets. “You look really familiar.”
I could tell Sara was charmed by the fact that he remembered her, and the two of them immediately launched into a recollection of their shared study hall and some kid named Gerbil who used to sell beef jerky under the table.
The wine was starting to give me a warm, glowing buzz, which made it impossible not to fall into a shitty grin as he behaved like Prince Charming. When they finally finished walking down memory lane, I said, “Sara, did you know that Colin has a Purple mattress?”
She sputtered out a tiny laugh. “Is that right?”
Colin’s eyes narrowed and he looked at me the same way he had before, like he was trying to figure something out. He swallowed and gave a polite nod, coupled with a smile. “Guilty as charged.”
“Consider me jealous,” Sara said.
I tilted my head and squinted. What was he doing? Where was the know-it-all, cocky smart-ass? I said to Sara, “Y’know, he is never this nice.”
“What?” Colin’s gaze was back on mine, and he rubbed a hand over his jaw. “I’m nice.”
I rolled my eyes and picked up my bread. “Only because I’m moving out.”
Sara said, “He’s a man. Nothing makes a man quite as nice as when he’s getting his way.”
I laughed and Colin gave a half smile as he scratched his eyebrow.
“He’ll probably fall asleep cackling the day I actually leave,” I giggled, raising my glass to my mouth and finishing what was left.
“In a flawless suit, no doubt,” Sara laughed, but shot him a kind smile.
Colin looked amused as he walked over to the counter and picked up the bottle of wine. He looked at Sara and asked, “Can I get you a refill?”
“Yes, please,” she said with tipsy enthusiasm.
He brought the wine to the table, and as he asked Sara something about where she lived, I wondered what was up with him. I squinted as he was incredibly polite, treating her to a sweet, genuine smile.
Why was he being so nice?
It made me uneasy.
I watched him refill her glass, but the sight of his luxury watch peeking out from under his cuff distracted me with a gut-punch flashback of the way it’d felt when he was holding my face and a strand of my hair had gotten pulled between the links.