Page 50 of Once Upon a Boyband
I pull up a press photo from the last Midnight Rush tour and zoom in on Adam’s face.
I’ve kissed this man.
The thought is so completely ridiculous, I start to laugh.
I havekisseda member of Midnight Rush.
I grab my pillow and squeeze it over my face, squealing as I pick up my feet and bounce them on the bed. In two minutes, I will get up and shower and put on my scrubs and go to work like a responsible adult woman.
But right now, I can’t help it. I kissed my teenage crush. My teenagefantasy.
If there is ever a moment I should get to squeal, it’s this one.
I text Percy over breakfast and tell him I havebignews, and he’d better brace himself.
Instead of responding, he shows up on my doorstep ten minutes later.
“What are you doing here?” I ask around a bite of cereal.
“What do you mean what am I doing here? You said you had big news.”
“That I can tell you at work. You didn’t have to drive all the way over.”
He moves into my kitchen and helps himself to a mug of coffee. “You live five minutes down the road, and you’re on my way to work. Plus, you make better coffee than what we have at the office.” He holds up his mug to demonstrate. “Don’t feel special, just spill the tea.”
I prop my hands on my hips. “Okay, but I think you might need to sit down first.”
His eyes widen. “Laney, are you pregnant?” He lets out a little gasp. “Are you moving? I swear, if you’re moving, I will never forgive you.”
“I say big news, and these are the possibilities you come up with? I’m either pregnant or moving?”
He takes a long sip of coffee, like he is fully justified in his assumptions. “What else could it be? Your life isn’t exactly a hotbed of excitement.”
I sigh. He’s right. I hate that he’s right, but he’s right.
But not anymore.
“You’re going to eat those words in about thirty seconds,” I say. “Now sit.”
He complies, but he rolls his eyes with extra emphasis as he does so, like he thinks I’m totally ridiculous for making him do it.
I sit down across from him, fighting a smile only becauseI don’t want to give away too much too soon. “Okay, I’m going to tell you something else first, and it’s very exciting, but it’s not the big news, it’s just something else you need to know. For context.”
He nods and motions for me to continue.
I press both palms flat against the table. “Adam kissed me last night.”
“Okay. Now we’re getting somewhere. How was it? Was there tongue?”
“Percy.”
“What? Mimi will want to know.”
“And you’re comfortable discussing my kissing habits with your eighty-eight-year-old grandmother?”
He shrugs. “If you can't beat them, join them?”
I wave a dismissive hand. “We’re getting off topic. Just keep that in your mind when I tell you this next part?”
