Page 78 of Book Boyfriend
I pick the lint off my shirt and flick it to the floor. “You scared me when I found out you lied. I was worried it was the beginning of the end. The start of a long string of deception.”
“I was wrong. I promise you I’ll never lie to you again. Ever.”
I gaze up at him through the tops of my eyelashes. “Even if I ask you if my butt looks fat?”
He smirks. “Even then.”
I sigh and yawn.
“You look exhausted.”
“I haven’t slept much.”
“Me neither.”
“I don’t even remember where I parked my car.” I laugh and scratch my head.
“That’s pretty bad. I think you win. I see you didn’t pack much.”
“I didn’t pack anything.”
“What would you have done if Iwason that flight?”
“I would have taken the next one.”
“Whoa, that’s some serious stalking. Should I be concerned?”
I crawl over my seat and onto his lap. “Yes. I’m your fan now. I missed you.”
“I missed you, too.”
“I’m sorry.”
“You already said that,” he replies, brushing my hair out of my eyes.
“You didn’t seem like you believed me. You called me Macy.” I grip my heart.
“You told me to call you that.”
“I didn’t mean it.”
“I know.”
“Are you still going to Cleveland?”
“My mom is expecting me, but I don’t think I could leave you tonight if I tried. Do you know anyone who might be willing to give me a ride and a place to stay for the night?”
I slowly raise my hand. “Assuming we can find my car.”
“If we found each other through this mess, your car should be a piece of cake.”
He leans forward and places his forehead against mine. He closes his eyes and releases a deep breath. I couldn’t have said it better myself.
Did I actually wake up before him? I softly kiss his chest as I lift up on my forearms to see his face. He’s sleeping peacefully, and I can’t help but stare. I roll over and look at the clock. It’s almost nine.
“Shit!” I jump out of bed and run to the bathroom naked. I’m supposed to meet Fabian at ten and it’s a forty-minute drive. I’m never late! Never!
I run back and forth between the bathroom and the closet, pulling on a new pair of underwear, putting toothpaste on my brush, stuffing it in my mouth, and clasping my bra.
