We’re going down our shared hallway and I can see she’s heading toward her own door, but I tug her back to mine and kiss her rain-soaked lips. “I’d be remiss if I let you go home in these soaked clothes,” I say in between kisses. “You could catch a cold.”

She laughs. “That’s very chivalrous of you. I mean, this hallway is on the drafty side.”

“I’m a very thoughtful person,” I murmur, as I try to put my key in my door without breaking our embrace. It takes a minute, but I manage to do it. She gives me a little sarcastic round of applause before I grab her hands to pull her inside. I can think of other things I want to be doing with her smart hands and smart mouth right now.

CHAPTER 30 - ZOEY

CHAPTER 30

ZOEY

Waking up in Miles’s apartment is like waking up in the fun-house mirror of my own place. Everything’s the same but facing the opposite direction. He’s still asleep, which gives me time to reflect on the bonkers-but-wonderful twenty-four hours we’ve shared.

Between bouts of lovemaking, we stayed up late, talking and sifting through our interactions from our respective dating platforms.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Miles immediately shuts off his alarm, then rolls over to wrap his arm around my waist.

“No one needs to be up at four a.m. to try and snag the big table today,” he croaks out.

My eyes are already drifting shut because for the first time since we met, I get to sleep in without a second thought. I let out a contented sigh and fall back into dreamland.

* * *

Four hours later, showered and dressed, we’re at the intersection across from Café Crudité when Miles turns to me and says, “Do you have any pressing work to do today?”

I wanted to add a portfolio section to my site, but is it really pressing? As pressing as, say, how much I’m enjoying getting the real GreatSc0t in the flesh and all to myself? “Not really, why?”

“We could go to the café and share the big table and put up with Evelynn’s knowing looks—”

“She so had us figured out—”

“And play footsie under the table and interrupt each other every five seconds to share something funny we see online—”

“And be completely insufferable and feed each other little pieces of stale, day-old biscotti—”

“Or, we could assume this day’s a wash and play hooky. What do you say?”

I link my arm through his. “Where to?”

I recognize our destination as the Pershing Square Beams, one of the coolest spots on Jude’s—er, Miles’s—walking tour.

While the rest of the city hustles through their workday, the two of us take a time-out to balance along the beams, jokingly trying to push each other off-balance. Because that’s what we do best.