Page 147 of Some Like It Hot

See? Simple.

But they happen to be two of the most stubborn, emotionally closed off people we know so we’re bracing for a fight.

Still, we know we’ll win. Because they want this too. I know they do.

We just kind of screwed up by not telling them how we feel before now.

Is it fast? Maybe.

But how long should it take to fall in love with amazing people, anyway? As soon as you realize they’re amazing and you have a pretty good sense that you will think they’re amazing for the rest of your life, what else is there?

Miraculously, I find a parking spot on Blake’s block and we stride through the lobby of his building minutes later.

His doorman recognizes us from previous visits. “Evening, gentlemen.” He doesn’t seem bothered by the hour.

“Evening, Victor,” Simon says.

He remembered the doorman’s name. I really love this guy.

We ride up to Blake’s penthouse in silence. The doors swish open and we step off and into the dimly lit hallway. It’s so weird to me that penthouses don’t have doors. But I guess the elevator acts like a door. Not just anyone can come up here.

We start down the hallway to the living area, but Simon puts a hand on my arm, stopping me after only three steps.

“Wha–”

Then I hear it.

Snoring.

I frown. Why can I hear Blake snoring from here? We’ve been to his apartment. The bedroom is clear across the penthouse.

Simon sighs heavily. I look over at him.

“He’s on the couch,” Simon says.

“He’s…” That sinks in. “He’s what?”

Simon nods. “That has to be it.”

The living room is five more paces in front of us. I stalk toward the sofa and the sleeping giant who is sprawled over the cushions on his stomach.

His hair is wild, covering his face, he’s in lounge pants, and one leg is bent at what is a decidedly uncomfortable angle, while the other hangs off, his foot touching the floor.

The idiot.

“Blake,” I say, nudging his foot. “Wake up.”

He snorts, then rolls. But doesn’t open his eyes.

“Blake!” I say louder. “Hey! Wake up!” I kick at his calf and start to lean in, but he suddenly jerks upright, his entire body tense. I step back in case he starts swinging.

He looks around. “What? Hey, what?” He scrapes his hair back from his face. “Who’s there?”

Simon leans over and clicks on the lamp that sits on the end table.

Blake blinks in the sudden brightness. Then he focuses on us. He scowls. “What the hell, guys?”

“What the fuck are you doing?” Simon asks him.

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