Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 79670 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79670 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
“I’m going to go and speak to Christopher and Matty,” Romeo says, and I’m expecting him to just walk off, but instead, he kisses my lips. “Be back.”
“Damn,” Alex says as I watch Romeo to make sure Christopher doesn’t do anything Dylan would do. “Miss I Don’t Want to Date, you really go big or go home.”
“Okay, enough of that,” Julia interrupts. “I want to know all the details.”
“There really isn’t much to say.” I look at Abigail, who smiles at me and nods in a silent agreement that she won’t say anything.
“When did you guys start dating?” Jillian asks. I think about telling them the truth, but with the truth comes what happened in between. I have no idea how they will react to the news or him, so I just won’t do that to him.
“We bumped into each other when he was here at the hockey game, and then he called me,” I explain nervously, hoping they don’t ask any more questions.
“You gave him your number?” Vivienne says, shocked. “You never give your number.” I shrug my shoulders, trying to remain calm and not panic that I fucked this up by making a fake story. This is why I don’t lie because it’s fucking hard.
“I figured, why not?” I say and Franny holds up her hand.
“But what about his eggplant?” she says in a whisper but not whispering. “Are we talking a grower not a shower, or is it fully ripe, right off the tree?”
“Do eggplants even grow on trees?” Alex asks us, and Franny groans.
“Do I look like a farmer?” Franny huffs. “I’m trying to be PG, and eggplant is the emoji for dick.”
“Thank you for being PG,” Jillian says to her.
“I’m going to go and make sure that Romeo is okay,” I say to them, walking away as fast as I can. He is leaning on the bar in the middle of Christopher and Matty.
“Gentlemen,” I say as they turn and look at me. I squeeze in next to Matty and on the side of Romeo, who just smiles at me. “Enjoying the game?” I ask, and he just nods.
I look at the ice as the play ends, and Christopher and Matty step away to grab something to drink. I look over at Romeo. “Was it okay?” He leans on his elbow, facing me.
His hand comes up to push the hair away from my face. “You are so beautiful,” he says right before he kisses me.
“So it went well, then,” I confirm with him, and he laughs. Turning back and looking at the game, he puts his arm around my shoulders.
“Christopher did say that if I hurt you, he knows people who know people,” Romeo shares, and I throw my head back, and I can’t help but laugh.
“He knows my uncle Matthew.” I shake my head. “He knows people?” I pfft. “He grew up in Long Island and went to prep school. That was his thug life. He got a splinter one year, and he acted as if he got shot in the foot. He even made my parents buy him those boots you get when you break your foot.”
“It’s good to know,” Romeo says, and I stay by his side for the rest of the game. We share a water bottle and a couple more kisses before the last buzzer.
“Okay, folks,” Julia says, “see you guys later.”
“Are we not going out?” Matty asks and she shakes her head.
“It’s in the middle of the week,” she reminds them.
“It’s nine thirty,” Christopher observes. “This is the time they go out and eat in Europe.”
“Well, have fun living your best European life,” Jillian says. “This mamma is going to bed.”
They look over at us, and I just shake my head. “Nope, I’m going home.” I look up at Romeo. “Are you ready?”
“Sure.” He nods at me and puts his hand on my lower back as we walk out hand in hand. We step into the elevator with my family members. His hand slips into mine as we walk to the truck. I hear pings going off from everyone’s phones.
Franny takes hers out and looks at me. “Little Miss Hollywood is in the press again.”
I stop walking, and she hands me the phone to see, and right there is the picture someone took of us at the game. It was when he pushed the hair away from my face and told me I was beautiful. It was a tender moment, and you can see it all over his face. Then there is a picture of him kissing me when I was laughing at something. It’s all there, everything is right there in the picture for the world to see, and I don’t care.
“Well, I warned you,” Romeo says, looking over my shoulder.
“Oh, well.” I shrug and hand her back her phone. “It’s a good shot.” I look back at Romeo. “Are you ready?”