She turns to face him, the tears still glittering in her eyes. Becky waves her hand back and forth between them, “This…this guy and girl stuff…I’m so shy…I hate being this shy…I’m not…I’m just not…I don’t know how to do this.” Her voice catches on the last word and she struggles not to burst into tears, beating herself up for being an idiot, knowing that Sean will be thrilled to get her back to her house and out of his truck as fast as possible. And that he won’t waste any time getting as far away from her as his big truck will take him.
Sean’s looking at her with those deep chocolate eyes. He sighs softly and brushes her hair from her cheek. “I don’t want you to feel bad, Bec. I mean, I like you…I really, really like you. But I would never…I wouldn’t expect you to, I don’t know, do anything you didn’t want to do…or weren’t ready to do…I mean, I didn’t really notice that you were that shy, seemed to me like we talked together pretty good, ya know?” He stops talking and just shakes his head. “I don’t want to make you sad or make you cry, Bec.”
Becky lowers her head, covering her eyes. She then releases her pent-up breath, squares her shoulders, sits back in the seat and meets Sean’s concerned gaze. “Really, Sean, it’s not you. It really is me. I’m guessing you’ve had lots of girlfriends…and me? I’ve not been able to figure out the whole relationship thing. I imagine I’m not like most of the girls you’ve gone dancing with, huh?”
Sean smiles sweetly, rubbing his thumb along the palm of her hand. “Well, I’m thinkin’ you not being like most of the girls I’ve gone dancing with is probably a good thing. It just hit me, all those other girls, mostly I wouldn’t ever have wanted to take any of ’em home to meet my mom, but you? You’re different. My mom would be happy to meet you.” Sean lifts his hands between them, “Not that I’m saying we have to do that any time soon, but still…”
Becky looks at Sean with a question in her eyes. “I…you surprise me. I would have thought you’d be like every other guy I’ve known and high tail it out of here.”
Sean snorts, “I think you’ll find out I’m anything but like every other guy.” And then he gives her a bawdy wink and wiggles his eyebrows.
Becky laughs softly. “Yeah, you just might be right.”
Sean turns the key in the ignition, “So, how do I find this house you share with those other girls? I don’t know if you know this or not, but it’s after two in the morning…not all that late for a guy like me, but I’d be willing to bet it’s pretty darn late for a girl like you…right?”