and grab my backpack. I need to make an action plan to win this girl over and make it impossible for her to run away from me again . . . or shove an unexpected cookie in my mouth.
“Carson.” She gets off her bed as well and takes one step forward, but doesn’t move any closer than that.
“I’ll talk to you later, okay?” I give her a small wave and grip her doorknob just as she clears her throat.
“I’m sorry,” she says quickly. “I’m . . . I’m sorry I’m so awkward.”
Fuck.
The last thing I want her doing is apologizing, but if I walk over there, if I close the distance between us, there’s no telling what I’ll do, how my body will react. Just like I keep telling myself, I need to go slow, draw out her affection one moment at a time, and even though this is tough on me—not going over there to cradle her in my arms—I need to make this first move perfect.
“No need to apologize, Milly,” I say over my shoulder. “We’re good. Talk to you later.”
I quickly leave her and start thinking. I’m going to find my inner Knox and woo a girl. If he can do it, so can I. Milly Potter is going to admit she likes me, whether she likes it or not.
Chapter Fifteen
MILLY
Milly: Carson knows you’re my brother.
Cory: You told him?
Milly: He came to my dorm room and saw all my pictures of you and me, so I didn’t have a choice.
Cory: Hold up, what was he doing in your dorm room?
Milly: It’s a long story, but what it comes down to is I’m awkward and make situations really uncomfortable. He probably felt bad for me and followed me back to my room to make sure I was okay. We hung out for a bit.
Cory: Did you kiss?
Milly: Why do you act like a teenage girl sometimes?
Cory: Someone has to be a step-in sister for you on occasion. Answer the question.
Milly: No. We didn’t, and he wouldn’t want to kiss me anyway. He doesn’t see me like that, trust me.
Cory: Then there is something wrong with him. How did he take the news of your famous and extremely attractive brother?
Milly: Shocked, to say the least. And then . . . ugh, and then he called me out.
Cory: What do you mean?
Milly: For being distant. For not letting him in.
Cory: Did you tell him why?
Milly: I didn’t get a chance. He got up and left. I tried apologizing, telling him I was sorry for being awkward. He said everything was cool. But I haven’t talked to him in three days, and now I’m worried. I don’t really know what I want from him, not that he would want anything more than friendship. But I don’t want to lose what we have.
Cory: Aw, Mills. Don’t ever apologize for being you. You hear me? If he doesn’t like you for who you are, then fuck him. When he makes the big leagues, I’ll be sure to have my pitchers catch him between the shoulder blades.
Milly: You’re the best, but I don’t think he deserves that. Honestly, I don’t blame him. I’ve been really awkward, and I know it’s because I have no self-control around him. I like him, Cory, and that’s what makes things really problematic, because he doesn’t feel the same way.
Cory: How do you know?
Milly: Because he treats me like all my friends . . . like a guy.
Because the minute he knew who I was, he left. Even with the “status” of being the Potter sister, he still wasn’t interested in me. I sigh and put my phone down to glance at the cloudy sky. Doom and gloom. That’s what it feels like. As if the sky can read my mood and is following me around, the last three days, it’s been cloudy and gross, deepening the hole of depression I’ve tossed myself into.
I keep replaying the other night over and over in my head. Carson Stone came to my room. He not only pursued me after I fled upset, wanting to know the reason for my reaction, but he chose to come to my room. I have no clue why, but I smile every time I think of Carson Stone lying on my bed. My. Bed. And then, of course, my blundering self-consciousness arrived. I couldn’t read him, but everything I did was wrong, every chance I had to possibly get closer to him, I didn’t take. I