Page 52 of It's a Date (Again)

“Amazing. Nash is such an incredible guy.” I close the door and buckle my seat belt.

“Did you kiss?” Her mouth twitches.

I can feel my cheeks warm. “Just a little.”

Maya pats the steering wheel and snorts. “Look at you. Wakes up from a coma and kisses two guys in twenty-four hours. It’s like the PG-13 version ofSleeping Beauty,” she says, pulling the car out onto the street.

“But Sleeping Beauty needed the kiss to wake up. I’m just trying to get my memories back.”But right now, I’m okay with not having them.I don’t say that part out loud because I know it sounds odd, and I also don’t know how to explain it. As much as I want my memories back, I’m starting to enjoy living without them. It’s freeing in a way.

“Ooooh, maybe it’ll be like a movie and when you finally realize which one you love, poof, all your memories will return.” Maya glances over at me with a half grin.

“One can only hope.” I pull the visor down and apply lip balm and check my teeth in the mirror. All good.

“Since you’ve kissed Tyler and Nash now, which one do you feel you have a stronger connection with?”

I close the visor and cap the lip balm, returning it to my purse. “Tyler, I think. But maybe that’s because we’ve been intimate.”

She turns left at an intersection. “Or maybe it’s lust with Tyler.” Maya raises her brows.

“Could be. But with Nash, it’s sensual and cute at the same time. There’s just something about him.”

“Oh la la, tell me more,” she says, pulling the car into a parking lot.

“It was ...” It takes me a moment to land on the right word. “Sweet.”Sweet, yes, that’s it.“He showed me around the kitchen, and hereallyknows his way around a kitchen.”

“I don’t know why, but that sounds incredibly hot.” Maya waggles her eyebrows.

“Right? We literally cooked fries and burgers, and somehow it was sexy. He’s really shy, though, but this sort of quiet confidence came out while he was cooking.”

“Quiet confidence? That sounds hot too.”

“It is, and I loved seeing another side of him.”

“Speaking of another side of him, did you find out more about the whole no-serious-relationships thing?” Maya parks and we get out of the car. She pops the trunk and grabs a shopping bag from it.

“He said he’s been focused on his career, but really he just has a hard time letting people in,” I say as we stroll side by side across the lot.

“And he’s ready to let you in?” She pulls her sunglasses off and slips them into her bag, raising a brow.

“I guess so. I mean, he’s going along with this whole dating-again situation.”

“True.” Maya nods. “And he kissed you.”

“No, I kissed him.”

“Look at you being all forward.”

We reach the store, and she holds the door open for me.

I push out my bottom lip. “Am I usually not like that?”

The department store is huge and brightly lit with tall ceilings. Racks of clothing are spaced out nicely, and customers and employees roam the floor.

“Not usually,” she says, strolling to the customer service desk like she’s on a mission, or trying to avoid all the flashy sale signs.

A middle-aged woman with a dark bob haircut helps Maya with her return. When she’s done, Maya turns to me.

“Do you want to shop or go?”