Page 79 of Never Have I Ever
“I’m going to the library.” He grins. “To study.”
I snort out a laugh, shaking my head as I walk past him. Yeah, I know what kind of studying he’s going to be doing. “Have funstudying.”
I head to my room, strip off my clothes, and turn on the shower. As much as I love working on cars, I hate feeling grimy, and a hot shower is exactly what I need.
I wrap a towel around my waist when I step out of the shower and use another to dry my hair. My eyes drift to my phone that’s laying on the bed. I wonder what she’s doing right now.
I finish drying my hair and throw the towel to the floor. I pick up my phone and click on the only name that’s been running through my mind all day. She's alone in the big city. I can't help but think of her strolling through the city in that cute little outfit she showed me and not getting hit on.
I’m not jealous, I’m just concerned for her. At least, that’s what I keep telling myself as I hear the line ring, and she doesn’t pick up.
The line rings for what seems like forever until she answers, and I hear a breathy “Grayson.”
I let my eyes drift closed as I let out a breath of relief at the sound of her voice. I miss that voice. It’s been way too long since I last heard that voice. “Hey, angel,” I say, smirking at the sound of her laugh when she hears my nickname for her.
“Hey.”
“Are you busy?”
“No, I just got back home. I’ve got to say, I miss New York,” she says with a sigh.
I smile, crashing down on the bed. “Yeah? How was it?”
She sighs again. “It’s my home, so I think I’ll always love it. Shopping in New York is always amazing. Ooh, and I had lunch with Emily Livingston.” I freeze at the mention of my mother. “You don’t know who that is, but she’s a famous designer. It went great, I guess.”
I clear my throat, avoid the subject, and settle into bed, loving hearing her talk. I honestly think I could fall asleep to her voice. It’s so intoxicating, and I wish I could hear it in person right now.
“Did you buy anything?” I ask her.
She laughs, low and breathy. The sound travels straight down to my cock, and I feel it twitch under the towel, but now’s not the time. “Yeah,” she says. “I’ll show you when I get home.”
“How was everything with your mom?” I ask her. “Did her attempt to find you a husband work?” I laugh, trying to hide the bite in my tone. When she told me she was engaged back in New York, my heart fucking skyrocketed out of my chest. Joke or not, I didn’t like hearing it.
“No,” she says with a cute laugh of her own. “We talked, actually. My mother knows that’s not what I want. But she got me a meeting with a huge fashion designer, and she wanted to hire me.” She sounds so excited. I wish I could see her cheeks turn pink like they do whenever she grins. “But she wants me to move to Paris, and I don’t know what to do.”
My brows draw together. “You’re moving to Paris?”
“Maybe?” she says, more like a question than an answer, and then, she lets out a sigh. “I don’t know yet, I mean, I want to graduate college, but this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.”
“Didn’t you say you wanted to start your own fashion line?”
“Yeah,” she says. “I do, but this would be huge.”
I hate the thought of her moving to Paris. But ultimately, it’s her life. I have nothing to do with it, and I never will. I’m just someone she’s using to get the college experiences she’s wanted and nothing more.
“Anyway, she said I had a month to think about it, so I still have time.”
A month until she decides if she’s leaving me forever. Fuck. “When are you coming home?”
“My flight’s tomorrow morning, so I’ll get there at around noon.”
My heart starts to race. She’ll be here tomorrow. “I’ll pick you up.”
“You don’t have to do that.” She tells me, which makes me roll my eyes. I want nothing more than to see this girl, so hell yeah, I’m going to pick her up from the airport and fucking kiss her the moment my eyes land on her.
“Angel?”
“Yeah?”
