Curt 13

SHELBY POV

  When Curt pulled up in front of the diner to pick me up, my stomach tightened, and my face began to turn pink. I want to keep Curt for myself, but he should also know Lynn is interested in him. I won't blame him if he chooses her over me. 

  I open the door and sit down in his cologne-filled car. Having his smell wrapped around me like a warm blanket helps me relax. The scent of him brings clarity to my mind and helps me focus.  

  "How was work," Curt asks, sounding light and happy. 

  "Very busy and draining. I felt off the whole day since I woke up late; it was weird," I say, shooting him a small smile. 

    The car falls silent, and I begin to fiddle with my fingers. I take in every crack and rigid callous. Lynn's manicured and lotioned hands come flying into my mind. I sigh and clear my throat. Well, here goes. 

  "So something interesting did happen in the kitchen