We Met Like This

by Kasie West

“What are your dealbreakers?” I said, realizing I’d never asked him that question. “Someone asking me to model shirtless for their website.” I laughed. “Seriously, nobody will know it’s you.” “You will. And you’ll tell Sloane. And she’ll tell everyone.” “I swear on my life I won’t tell her.” “Margot, come on.” “Yes, come on.” I took his hand in mine, always looking for an excuse to touch him—I’d been wanting to all night—and met his eyes. “Not even with those eyes,” he said, squeezing my hand. “But your idea is good. What about a bright room with a messy bed in the distance. It would be less in-your-face. Perhaps a step classier.” I rolled my eyes but smiled. Maybe he was right. A dark hall, a lit bed in the distance? “What’s your bedroom look like?” “I was thinking we’d use yours.” “I want a man’s bedroom. Is your bedroom as cool as the rest of your house?” His fingers tightened around mine as if he was talking himself through all the possible outcomes of having his bedroom posted online. He came to some conclusion, because he stood. “You tell me.”