Page 60 of Loving Leo

She cackles at that, “My point is, rich or poor it doesn’t matter. Everyone has the potential to be good or to be bad.”

“That’s pretty deep, sis. You going back to school for philosophy?”

She smiles and it’s gotten way too serious way too fast. I need her to crack an inappropriate joke. I need her to say something totally off the wall, but she doesn’t. She just wraps her arms around me in a supportive hug.

“Don’t fuck this up if you really like him.”

“I don’t know if I really like him.”

But I know that I do. I already really like kissing him and lying in bed with him.

What the fuck is next? Dating? A white picket fence?

I don’t know.

But I’m excited to find out.

Selenaand I are three margaritas in and knee deep in a murder documentary when Leo calls me.

“Hey,” I answer, my words slightly slurred.

Sue me, I’m a lightweight.

“Who is it?” Selena asks, leaning over to try and pull the phone from my hand.

“It’s Leo,” I reply and she squeals, slapping at my arm excitedly.

“Hi Leo! I’ve heard so much about you. Come over for margaritas and murder!” she yells and I hear Leo laugh on the other end of the line.

“I would,” he says slyly. “I’d come over, if you wanted me to.”

I shift on the couch and then lean farther away from my sister so she can’t snoop. My voice lowers and I ask, “You’re not busy?”

“No. That’s why I was calling you. I wanted to see what you were up to.”

I roll my eyes when I see Selena waving her hands around her face.

“Tell him to come over!” she whispers very loudly. More like a shout really.

“I really don’t want you two to meet because I think this could end very badly, but she really wants you to come over.”

“I want to meet her and I do love margaritas,” Leo replies excitedly. “Should I come over now? I can totally do that. I just need to put on my shoes.”

“If you want to. I’ll text you my address.”

I can hear him rustling around and he says, “I’ll be right over.”

I hear something crash in the background, but he just breathes loudly and assures me he’s fine.

Then the line goes dead and I find myself grinning dopily.

As I send him my address, Selena wobbles to the kitchen and grabs the margarita mix and starts to blend a new batch.

“Gonna get him nice and buzzed,” she says and I lean back and wait for him to arrive. Him meeting my sister doesn’t seem so bad now that I know he’s going to be here. With me.

It makes me so happy just thinking about it.

He makes me happy. Selena was right.

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