Page 62 of Lovers Like Us
Are you okay? omgmaximoff!!
“So some of you already noticed my face. I didn’t get into a fight. Shocker.” I lick my dry lips. “It was a total fluke accident. Got elbowed in the nose on the tourbus.”
Get bettersoon!!
Be safeOMG
I love uMaximoff
I wanna be those sheets sobad
“Love you all too,” I say with another sleepy smile. I prefer being open. And while I like privacy in my relationship and sex life—I’m more used to being public in every other area. Keeping up some charades isn’t worth the headache andtrouble.
And telling the truth on an Instagram Live is better than a tabloid creating an elaborate fake story off a paparazziphoto.
Where’s the next tourstop?!
“We haven’t revealed where we’ll be next, but keep checking the FanCon website for updates. We could be in your city soon…” I trail off as the hotel doorclicksand Farrow waltzes inside. Carrying a Wendy’s bag in one hand and a cardboard tray with two drinks in theother.
Yeah, he left to get us breakfast. My internal alarms blare in warning. I have rules. Safety measures.Protocols.
Don’t look inlove.
Don’t act like I’m semi-obsessed with someone off-screen.
Don’t appear fucking interested in the six-foot-three maverick who’s about to bring me breakfast inbed.
You can’t know about Farrow RedfordKeene.
“So anyway,” I say to the viewers and sit upmore.
Farrow nears the bed and hands me a paper to-go cup. The exchange off-screen.
I sip the hot liquid.Earl Grey.“I have my tea—” He chucks the Wendy’s bag onto my lap after he takes a bowl and spoon and his coffee. I soak in his assured gait, the way his hands shift. I could watch him move around a room in silence for hours. Is thatweird?
That’s weird,right?
Jesus, I’m so fuckingweird.
Farrow climbs on the bed beside me. Still out of frame and completely aware that he can’t talk. He arches his brows at me and cocks hishead.
Dammit.I’m literally oglinghim.
I glance at thecomments.
Who are you lookingat???
Omg someone brought himfood!
Watchaeating?
I can’t catch the rest. Too many comments. I’m up to 99.1k viewers. “Plan is to eat some breakfast,” I tell them, “take a shower, and I’ll be meeting some of you soon. Stay safe, everyone.” I end the Instagram Live at that and dig into the Wendy’sbag.
He smiles into hiscoffee.
“What?” I ask, unwrapping a chicken biscuit. We unconsciously draw closer together, side-by-side, one of my legs hookinghis.
“You hadfuck meeyes,” he says matter-of-factly.
