Page 38 of Counterfeit Boyfriend
“Well, I feel the same way.”
“No matter what happens after this, just…”
Apprehension rose. Why did it seem like he was getting ready to say goodbye forever? Not only were we only halfway through our road trip, all of a minute or so ago, I thought we’d reached a deeper level in our relationship. “Kind of a bad place to stop, dude. I know I’m the queen of rambling and probably don’t know when to stop talking—for example right now, I just keep blathering on and on because I’m afraid of what you’re going to say next, but…” I pulled my feet off his lap and hugged my knees against my chest in case I needed them for a shield. “Yeah.”
“Sorry,” Evan said. “I clearly suck at this.”
“This being…?”
He swallowed, his gaze flicking to the road before coming back to me. “I just want you to know how awesome you are. It’s like you don’t realize it, and I don’t understand how that’s possible. When we go to the wedding, I promise that I’ll be right by your side and that I’m here for whatever you need, but also know that you will be just fine no matter what happens.”
“Because you’ll be with me?”
Was that sadness or resignation that flickered across his face? “Because you’re you, and I have faith you could take on the world if you set your mind to it.”
Such a nice thing to say, and yet that frustrated yet flattered yet confused sensation set in again.
