Page 43 of Introvert
"I mean, I think we should try what Izzy said. For the good of the band and your popularity—though you seem pretty popular already."
"I don't care about that," he said.
"I know," I said. "Butafter the talk on the bus, I really thought it over. At first, I was surprised. Then I got a little scared, but I'm over that.I love fake romance—in books anyway.It might be fun."
A beat passed.
"What do you think?" I asked.
Felix just stared at me.
Then stared some more.
I started to think he hadn't heard me, that maybe I'd have to repeat everything—embarrassing as that would be—but a second later, his lips twitched. It was barely there. Nothing more than a lift of his lips. But we were standing close enoughthat I saw it.
"Let me get this right," he said. "Are you asking me to be your fake boyfriend?"
I swallowed.
Was I?
"Well, technically," I said, "Izzy and Taylor are asking.For the good of the tour."
Felix leaned in closer. "But I already told you, princess. I don't do girlfriends."
"I know."
"I might make an exception though."
My heart was about to beat out of my chest.
"Just this once," he said softly.
"I know it wouldn't be real or anything," I said quickly. "Ijust want you to know that I completely understand that."
Felix tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear. "You do, do you?"
Trying to fight back a shiver (and failing), I nodded.
"That's good," he murmured.
"I just thought maybe we could—"
"I'm in."
Those two words shocked me to the core.
And made the little butterflies in my chest take flight.
"You are?" I asked.
Felix nodded.
Releasing a breath, I started to smile. "Well, that's awesome! I've always wondered what it would be like to date someone."
I wanted to take the words back the second I said them.
"I mean fake date."
