But put me in line for a double date with Kristen and Rock and I turn into a nervous, sweaty mess. The four of us are packed into Rock’s truck—thank God it has a decent-sized backseat—and we’re headed to the Arena. I’ll give Rock this, he knows where to take a girl on a date, especially for a guy so new to Houston. There aren’t too many guys who would suggest a play for a date, particularly the kind of guys Kristen normally dates. Jay and I are sitting in the backseat of Rock’s truck, which gives me a bird’s-eye view of Rock and Kristen holding hands across the console separating them. The space between me and Jay is considerably less intimate. The faint scent of Rock’s cologne, a scent I’ve come to recognize as his, penetrates my senses and makes me wish I was sitting in the front seat next to him. Anything to get closer to him. I close my eyes and breathe deeply, leaning forward just an inch to smell him even better. It’s not until Jay clears his throat that I realize how insane I must look.
