Page 44 of Book Boyfriend
He points to his crotch and sighs.
I push Luna out the door as she says, “I can see that.”
“What are you doing here?” I whisper shout.
“You texted me that you needed me. That it was an emergency. I tried calling you six times on my way over here. I don’t even remember how I got here I was so worried. Be happy it was me who showed up and not the cops. I thought of calling them, or maybe Marcus. I was worried your alarm failed or something.”
“I don’t set the alarm anymore. There’s no point. And I didn’t think I sent that text. I was going to ask for advice, but then I changed my mind.”
She rocks her hips. “I guess you figured out what I’d say from the looks of it.”
“Can you please go? I really can’t take any more humiliation tonight.”
She mouths “Call me” as she walks backward to the door. Then she shakes her hands in the air and mouths, “So hot!” right before she closes it behind her.
Fisher walks out of the bedroom wearing his shirt and a towel. “Aww, did she have to rush off like that?” he asks sarcastically.
“I’m so sorry!”
“For what? This has been one of the best nights of my life and more than I could have ever imagined.”
Rubbing my forehead with the back of my hand, I realize I’m still in my underwear. I suddenly feel uncomfortable. What did I just do? He must sense my insecurity because he removes his towel and hands it to me.
“I bet my jeans are dry. I should probably get going.”
I nod. “Give me a second.”
As I pull on my jeans in my bedroom, I cringe. Another day in the life of Greer Hanson. How will I ever look him in the eye again?
I spent Sunday in bed hiding under the covers and willing Saturday to be a dream. Fisher texted that he was tied up all day with filming and would talk to me tomorrow, but whatI heardhim say was, last night was awful and I need a day away from you to decide if I can put up with you anymore.
If I were a GIF right now, I’d be the first picture you see when you type in pathetic. It’s Monday before 8:00 a.m. and I’m pouting my way into my office. All that’s missing from this image is my kicking a rock on the way there. How did things go from YAY to NAY so quickly?
I put my bag on the floor and unlock my office door. I beat Brenna to the office. That’s rare. I stand in the doorway and stare at my desk. I don’t want to be here, but I don’t want to be home either. This is going to be the longest Monday in history. Man, my life has changed over the last year.
I drop my bag on the floor and roll out my desk chair so I can sit in it. I wait for my laptop to whirr to life and run my fingers through my hair. I just washed and brushed it before I left, yet there’s a huge tangle. How in the hell does that happen? It’s as if my individual hairs decided to hug each other on the way here. They must feel as bad as I do.
I click on my emails and see one from the production company. It’s titled “First round script.”
Holy crap. It’s done!
I hear Brenna talking to Luna in the hall outside my door. I’ve been completely preoccupied with reading ever since I got the email.
“She was here before I was. I don’t know. She hasn’t said much. She looks like she hasn’t slept.”
I shout. “I can hear you!” as I make a comment next to a line I think could be better.
“Hey,” Luna says as she walks in my office. “Are you writing?”
“Do I know something before you for once?”
“What?”
“The script is here.”
“What?” She bolts alongside me and bends down to read the page I’m on. “How is it?”
I teeter my head back and forth. “All things considered, not bad. Not bad at all.”
