As the evening went along I was getting slightly more comfortable behaving like Eric's girlfriend. I didn't flinch when he pushed a stray hair behind my ear. I didn't bat an eye when he held my hand and traced small circles on my wrist. And I didn't gasp when he pressed a small kiss to the side of my head before he left the table. However, that didn't mean that I wasn't feeling like a jiggly bowl of jelly when it all occurred. It took my strength to make my reactions look natural.
As much as I wanted to freeze up, Bradley's scowls were giving me the encouragement I needed, to know that Eric's plan was working. Maybe I did mean something to him and my dream boy was within my reach. So for every lovey-dovey action Eric tossed my way, I volleyed back something equally affectionate. I rested
