Whenever she says my name a blissful feeling spreads wings in my stomach. I know it sounds stupid, but it is what it is.
“How long?”
“Very long.”
For fuck’s sake.
“And we can’t spend the whole night together where you tell me about every single one of them.” I drawl out.
“Exactly.”
I pull up to her street. Just like before, she asks me to stop ten houses away from her house.
I find it odd. But if I ask she’ll shut down, and she seems to be in a good mood right now. I'd hate to ruin it.
“At least give me one.” I can’t help not knowing.
She giggles and I like that look on her so fucking much.
I’m losing my fucking mind.
Turning in her seat she pins me with a serious look. “Promise me you won’t mock me about him.”
Him. I already hate him.
“Promise,” I sayverysincerely.
“All right." She says some dude’s name. I print it on my mind in red.
With a smile, she gets out and walks down the street without looking back.
I switch off the headlights and tail her.
At this point, I don’t even know how fucking deep I am into this feelings-mess.
27
Heath
“Who is Adrian Hayes?” Sebastian leans back, sipping sweet coffee calmly like it’s Sunday morning and nothing is fucking wrong in the world.
“A prick Hope likes,” I grumble and drink the protein shake.
“But didn’t you say he’s fictional?”
“Does it matter?” I snarl at him.
He slowly nods and drinks the coffee. I want to splash it in Adrian fucking Hayes’ face. What kind of absurd name is that?
“She said there are more,” I tell him, wishing the burn in my chest would abate, but it only flares up brightly. I’ve never felt like this before. For fuck’s sake, I’ve never even cared who liked who, certainly not some girl.
My best friend was right. She’s not some girl to me.
Sebastian chuckles and it annoys the hell out of me. “This just got interesting. Who thought the shy book nerd has—”
One glare from me and he shuts up. Clearing his throat he says, “Well, they’re all fictional so it doesn’t matter if she likes them.”
“It fucking matters,” I argue.