Shit!
Did he regret asking me out? Was he just making fun of me? Did he get scared and decided to leave instead?
Suddenly, the doorbell rang. I waited for Nick to appear from his study to get it. By the second ring and he still didn’t show up, I decided to get the door.
When I opened it, I was surprised to see Nick standing in the doorway, wearing jeans, a white shirt, and a leather jacket. His hair looked wet and the scent of his aftershave filled my nostrils. He looked like he just stepped out of the covers of a magazine. He was absolutely hot I could feel my throat drying up.
He looked at me from head to toe and then he grinned. “Wow,” he whispered. “You look great.”
I smiled at him. “You’re… you’re not bad yourself,” I said. “By the way, why did you ring the bell?”
He shrugged. “I asked you out on a date. Usually, the guy picks the girl up.”
I raised a brow at him. “Seriously? Even if the girl lived in the guy’s house?”
He smiled sheepishly. “Corny, I know. But I told you I want
