It's Like Love, But On a Post-It. (Undergoing Severe Plastic Surgery )

Chapter Eighteen.

Chapter Eighteen.

"I won't look at it yet," Van says. "I'll write one for you."

I hand the pad of Post-Its to Van and wait patiently while he writes on his. When he's done he presses the sticky strip to my forehead. I take it off and look at him. "Me first?" I check and he gives me a simple nod while grinning like an idiot. I look down at the square paper and read the three words he wrote, sending me into a laugh-attack. "Let's have sex," I read what his post-it says.

"I mean, I guess if you really want to, I won't complain or any-"

I laugh, slapping Van's shoulder, catching onto his plan to make it look like I'm suggesting that we have sex. He wrote it out, knowing that I would read it aloud.

Van peels the post-it off of his shirt and reads it. "Well, these three words will work...for now," he winks. "Clearly I like you too, but can you elaborate on which kind of like?"

I feel my cheeks get hot. "More than how you would like a pet goldfish. I don't know why, or how, but I do."

Van chuckles. "Besides our fight earlier, this is a pretty good start to the new year," he tells me.

I nod, lying back down. "Van," I start, "I don't want to forget about our bet. Somebody has to win."

"Well, this is one bet that I don't want to win, Abby," he says quietly.

"Well, I want you to," I reveal. "After what I put you through with Evan, you deserve to win."

Van moves so that he's facing me directly. "Are you telling me that you want me to hook up with some girl? Did you completely miss the part where I said that I only want you?"

I look up at him, fighting a ridiculously cheeky smile. "You never said that part."

"I know, but that's what I was going to say the other night, until you screamed at me and never let me get it out."

"It sounds so much better to hear it now that I don't have a boyfriend," I wink at him. "But I still want you to win, so...I forfeit."

"Are you sure?" he checks.

I nod. "So whatever you want. That was the deal, remember?"

Van lies down, resting his head on the pillow. "I never actually thought far enough into what I would want," he states honestly.

I prop myself up on my elbow and lean on my side to look at him. "I know that you haven't had your virginity since like, eighth grade, so..." I trail off into my thoughts. "Maybe I could give you mine," I whisper, nervously fidgeting with the hem of my shirt. "That is, if you want it."

Van rolls on his side, facing me. He takes my free hand off my shirt and slips his fingers between mine. "Abby, I don't want that," he whispers back. "Well, I want that too, don't get me wrong, but I don't it that to happen because of the bet."

"It won't."

I lean into him, closing the two inches between us by crashing my lips to his. Van shakes his hand out of mine and brings it to my waist, pulling me on stop of him. I can't help but giggle against his lips. I spread my legs so that I'm straddling him with one leg on either side of him.

Van abruptly breaks the kiss. "Shit, I just thought of something," he whispers.

"Don't worry; Kim has me stocked up on condoms," I assure him, pressing my lips back down to his.