Page 17 of Once Upon a Boyband
“Pretty sure they all still count as famous,” I say. “Freddie’s solo career is the biggest, but I still stand by my answer. Deke, then Leo, then Freddie, and finally Jace. But only because Jace is blond, and I’m not into blonds.”
I honestly have no idea why I’m telling Adam all this. I haven’t thought about Midnight Rush this much in years, much less talked about them with a guy I’m only just getting to know.
But then, maybe it’s because I’ve never met anyone who knows as much about music as I do.
Adam smiles at my admission, then makes a show of pulling down the visor and looking into the mirror. He pulls off his hat and runs his fingers through his hair. “Brown,” he says with an adorable smirk, and my stomach swoops down to my toes.
“A very nice shade of brown,” I say. I bite my bottom lip as heat climbs my cheeks.
We’re sitting here talking, flirting, and I’m actually holding my own. Putting myself out there. And somehow, it feels easy.Natural.
Adam reaches for his door handle but pauses before getting out of the car. “So I’m definitely going to call you,” he says. “In case that wasn’t obvious.”
I let out a little laugh. “I'm already looking forward to it.”
He studies me for a long moment, his blue eyes fixed on mine. “Why haven’t we done this before now?”
“Timing?” I say, with a shrug.
He nods. “Well, I’m glad we’re doing it now.”
CHAPTER FIVE
Adam
Laney wavesas she pulls out of the parking lot, and I wave back, but I don’t immediately follow her. Instead, I sit still, hands gripping the steering wheel, and wonder what just happened.
Talking to Laney was unexpected.Incredible.Easy in ways that talking to a woman never has been before.
I want to see her again.
I want to pull out of the parking lot and chase her down and see herright now,but that would make me creepy and possibly obsessive, so I settle for pulling out my phone instead.
I type in her contact info, then start a text.
Adam
Hi. I know you just left. Too soon?
I just wanted to say thank youone more time.
Also. I’m sorry (again) that I got weird when my mom came up. Sarah keeps telling me that making myself talk about her will eventually make it easier. So…here goes.
My mom had metaplastic breast cancer. She was diagnosed when I was fifteen and died when I was eighteen. Since my dad has never been in the picture, it was just me and Sarah after she died. As a result—we’re pretty close. Sarah is my best friend as much as she’s my sister.
Even though she drives me crazy.
Anyway. Talking to you is really easy, and I’m pretty sure had I said all of this in person, you would have listened and understood.
And now I’m going to stop blowing up your phone and will probably spend the next half hour worrying about whether I should have texted at all.
Or at least texted so fast.
But for real. I’m done now. K, bye.
I read back over my text messages and sigh.
I mean. It could be worse.
