The Dating Experiment (Better With You #2)

by Briar Prescott

The woman in the coffee shop still thinks I was flirting with her. She gave me a free cup of coffee. I gave her false hope. So, all in all, there’s balance in the Universe.

I’m about as deadly as a cheese sandwich, in that I could choke you, but it would definitely happen by accident.

Oh look, it’s me lol

I’ve tried to leave so many times, but it turns out you don’t pay me shit if I just sit at home, and I really need the money for such trivial joys as food and rent.”

“I don’t have an inner child. Even as an actual child, I had an inner adult.”

There was always tension between you two, but I figured it was the gruesome-murder-suicide-in-the-office type of tension and not the I-want-to-rip-your-clothes-off variety.”

Best. Line.

“I told my family I was seeing you.” “Like one would see a ghost?” I ask because it seems like the more likely option as opposed to saying that in the dating sense of the word.

“Max? Where the hell are our shoes? Apparently, we’re now emotionally attached to them.”

Logically it seems like he’s in it with me, but I’m afraid to hope too much. Terrified, if I’m honest. Falling for him is easy. Keeping him is a whole other deal.

Real romance is made up of everyday moments. It’s laughing together at inside jokes only the two of you understand. It’s hugs after a shitty day and having somebody in your corner even when you screw up. It’s talking about your day over dinner and creating traditions for the two of you. It’s arguing and making up. It’s being together through thick and thin, glorious days and boring moments because your life is better with him.”

So, I hope. God, do I hope. Hope that he falls for me. Hope that he’s happy. Hope for more.

“Sandalwood. It’s your own aftershave.”

GODDAMN SANDLEWOOD