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Not until Monday evening, that is.
I was studying and glancing at my cell phone every ten minutes when I heard the sharp rap rap rap on the wood.
I fairly bounded up out of my chair and flung open the door.
There he was, gorgeous and grinning at me.
My heart thudded in my chest.
He looked past me theatrically, as though searching the room. “Sooooo, I came to see Shanna again – ”
“You don’t have to pretend, he left yesterday morning.”
“Oh, no, I actually came to see Shanna,” he said earnestly. “I figured I’d take her up on that ‘rock my world’ offer.”
My mouth dropped open and I stared at him like he’d just admitted he liked eating fried puppies.
He broke down at that point, and staggered backwards as he pointed and laughed at me. “Oh my God, that was priceless – you should see your face – I wish I had a picture of that – ”
“YOU ASSHOLE!” I shouted, then started laughing along with him. It was impossible not to.
He tried to keep the joke going with a straight face, but failed badly. “Hey – Shanna’s single, I’m single – I figure, ‘why not?’”
“Well, you’re out of luck, ASSHOLE, because she’s not here,” I said, half-pissed-off, half-grinning.
“Oh, well… I guess you’ll do, then,” he said, wiping a tear from his eye.
“Really.”
“Yeah. I’m starving – you wanna get something to eat with me?”
I knew I shouldn’t. I knew I really, really shouldn’t.
“Yes.”