Page 68 of Damaged Boys Don't Fall For Bubbly Girls

“Yeah. Was just thinking about stuff.”

“Like?”

Is he thinking about us almost slow dancing last night? Because I can’t stop thinking about it.

“I was wondering what your plans are for today,” he says.

I shrug, even though he can’t see it. “Don’t have any. What are yours?”

“I don’t have any plans, either, except for reading my grandpa’s book. But that can wait. I was thinking maybe we can do something together.”

“Just us?”

“Well, the guys wouldn’t like the thing I want to do. So yeah, just us. If you want.”

My insides perk with curiosity. “I don’t even know what the thing is.”

“Want to guess?”

I rub my chin. “How in the world am I supposed to guess?”

“It’s something you love.”

I wrack my brain. “Like food?”

“No. A place.”

“The dance studio?”

“Nope.”

I groan. “Just tell me.”

He laughs again, the sound touching every inch of me. I love hearing him laugh. “I thought maybe we can go to the science museum, like we used to do all the time.”

My eyes nearly pop out of their sockets. “The science museum? I’d love to go! I haven’t been there in, like, weeks.” They have exhibits of many different animals and creatures—like ocean life. I practically live there. Exaggeration, but you get what I mean.

He chuckles for another time. “There’s a science museum in Boston, but it’s nothing compared to the one we have here. So, you want to go?”

“Heck yeah! It changed so much since you last saw it. It’d be a crime not to go.”

“Okay. It opens at ten, so we have about an hour. Can I pick you up at five to ten?”

“Sounds great. I’m so excited.”

“Me, too. See you soon.”

“See you. And thanks.”

“Of course, Lexi.”

I hang up, a wide smile growing on my face as I hug my phone to my chest. This is perfect. Brock hasn’t been to the museum in years and I’m dying to go again. Even though there haven’t been any new exhibits since I last went, I never get bored of the museum. There’s always something new to discover.

Still smiling, I get out of bed and search my closet for something nice to wear. Not super nice because we’re just going to the museum and it’s not a date. But I don’t want to look like I don’t care enough about our friendship. I settle on a lilac-colored dress that reaches just above my knees which is perfect for the September weather, plus leggings.

I go downstairs, where Mom’s watching something on TV. Looks like a cooking show.

“Morning,” I greet.