Page 102 of Victorious: Part 2
I should tell him.
Man up and tell him.
“Thanks, Mav. Thanks for taking such good care of Sadie. I appreciate it, brother.”
He lets out a long exhale. “Goes both ways. I know you’re taking good care of Clover for me.”
Tell him!
“All right, I’ll let you go. Tell Clover I called when she wakes up,” he says before I get the chance to man the fuck up.
And then the line goes dead.
Clover and I stare at each other in stunned silence.
“He doesn’t know,” she finally says.
“He doesn’t know,” I confirm, feeling like a complete jackass.
“Rhyan was right. He hasn’t checked Instagram yet.”
“Apparently not.”
We sit here for a moment, processing the relief and the reprieve. But there’s something else, the realization that we have more time. More time in this bubble, more time to just be us without the immediate pressure of her family’s reactions.
“Two more weeks,” Clover says softly.
“Two more weeks,” I agree.
She looks down at her ring, then back up at me. “We’re really married.”
“We’re really married,” I reply, and somehow, the realization eases my guilt.
Because right now, Clover is my priority, and telling Maverick can come later.
“We have two more weeks to figure out how to tell everyone.”
“Or…” I say, sliding closer to her, “… we have two more weeks to enjoy being married before the real world crashes back in.”
She considers this, biting her lip in that way that drives me crazy. “I like that better.”
“Me too.”
I lean in to kiss her, but her phone starts ringing.
Maverick.
Again.
“What the hell?” Clover says, grabbing the phone. “He literally just hung up.”
This time, she answers it, putting it on speaker again. “Mav?Phoenix says you just called.”
“Yeah, I know. Listen, I need to ask you something, and I need you to be honest with me.”
My stomach drops.
He knows.
