What If You & Me (Say Everything #2) - Roni Loren Page 0,54
some obvious choices if they wanted to stay in the foundational zone—Psycho, Nightmare on Elm Street, Carrie, The Shining. But she was in the mood for something different tonight. She was already feeling a little anxious because this would be the first movie date after their kissing-is-now-allowed conversation a few days ago. She needed something lighter.
Horror comedy.
She smiled. That could be perfect. Nothing slapstick but something that played with dark humor. She didn’t want to rewatch Scream yet. Hill wouldn’t appreciate that one fully since there was a lot of winking at tropes from previous horror movies. Her finger slid over the DVD cases. Gremlins was a possibility, but she liked to reserve that one for Christmastime. Jennifer’s Body. Maybe. Cabin in the Woods. Too meta. Ready or Not. Could be fun. Her finger stopped. Happy Death Day. “And we have a winner.”
Lately, Andi felt like she was trying to reinvent herself, so it’d be appropriate to watch a horror movie with a Groundhog Day–inspired premise about a girl who needed to do some transforming to move forward. Plus, it was a good mix of scary and funny. She pulled the DVD out and set it on the coffee table. Only then did she realize her hands were trembling. She clenched her fists.
“Ugh.” She shook out her hands and rolled her shoulders. “Be cool.”
She closed her eyes and breathed through the wave of anxiety. Hill had said he understood she needed to take it slow, that he knew the word no. He’d shown her no reason not to trust that. If she didn’t feel comfortable doing anything more than holding hands on the couch tonight, he would respect that.
WWBAD—what would Book Andi do? That’s what she needed to be asking herself.
She opened her eyes, new resolve moving through her. Book Andi would definitely not stand here and let a panic attack ruin the night before it even started. She headed to her room to change into something cute. Hill would be giving his first cooking lesson tonight, so she needed something practical, but the old yoga pants she was wearing said working writer and not hot date. She searched through her stuff, settling on a pair of skinny jeans and an oversize dark-blue, off-the-shoulder top. Then she went into the bathroom and braided her hair in a face-framing Greek braid that Nessa, a beauty blogger at WorkAround, had shown her how to do. Finishing things off, she swiped on some lip gloss and freshened up her mascara. Staring at her reflection in the mirror, she imagined Book Andi looking back at her. Let’s do this.
A few minutes later, Hill knocked on the door right on time. Bonus points for him. Andi was a fan of people who knew how to be on time. She did a quick scan of the living room to make sure she hadn’t left anything embarrassing out, and swiped a bra she’d draped over the back of the couch. She stuffed it behind the couch cushion.
When she made it to the door, she checked the peephole and then turned off the alarm before opening the door with a smile. “Hello, neighbor.”
Hill was loaded up with two bags of groceries from Whole Foods, but he smiled over the top of them. “You sound like Mr. Rogers.”
“Hashtag Life Goals. Here, give me one of those.” She reached out and took one of the paper sacks, and Hill followed her inside, shutting the door behind him. She peeked into the bag as she headed to the kitchen. “What delicious things did you bring me?”
“You’ll see,” he said, a few steps behind her. “I figured we’d start off basic.”
She grinned back at him. “The Basic Bitch cooking show. I’m here for it.”
He snorted. “The alternative to Julia Child.”
Andi set the bag on the counter, and Hill placed his next to hers. Before she could think too hard about it, she took his hand, stepped into his space, and kissed him quickly. “Hi.”
He squeezed her hand and brought it to his mouth, kissing her knuckles, and then gave her a warm look that made her stomach flutter. “Hey, yourself.” He glanced down at her outfit. “You look…wow.”
She took a breath, her heart quickening, and stepped back. “Thanks. You get date wear tonight.”
“I’m honored.” He released her hand.
“You look great, too.” She took in his dark jeans and lavender T-shirt, the light color making all his dark features stand out. “Of course, we’re probably about to ruin both our outfits when you