"How the hell do you remember all this?"
"She was one of the nice ones. Smart mathematician, too."
"Great, so she's Albert Einstein's daughter. She should be smarter than this."
"Why don't you tell her?"
"I don't know. I'm still trying to process this."
"Wouldn't you want to know?"
"Of course I would!" I nearly shout.
He murmurs a low, "Shhhh. People are staring. I don't want to fight with my girlfriend tonight."
"Come hug me or something."
Theo plucks an untamed piece of hair away from my face and brushes it back along with the rest of my curls. He even has the gall to tuck it behind my ear and let his finger lazily graze my jawline. I can feel a trail of heat along my face even after his touch has disappeared.
His face is inches from mine, and his voice low and deep. "Does it look like we are fighting now?"
"No," I breathe, his closeness making my heart beat outside my chest.
"Do you want to leave?"
"No."
"Am I making you uncomfortable being this close to your face?"
"No."
"Want me to go find Jeff and see what gossip he has for us?"
My laugh helps break the sexual tension.
I've yet to taste his lips, and I can't help but fantasize how they'll feel against mine.
"That was funny, calling him Bennett," I muse. "Classic."
"I wanted to piss him off."
"I'm pretty sure it's still working."
We look across the room and see Beckett shooting imaginary laser beams from his eyes in our direction.
"Come on, let's go get some food."
We'vedoneprettywellavoiding Beckett and Scarlet. Ugh, even their names go well together; it makes me sick.
Theo has received many compliments on his appearance, and I'm sitting back listening to him tell the same story over and over. No one suspects a thing or asks me who I am and how we met. They don't care. They're waiting for their turn to brag about how amazing their life is.
The crowd is smaller than I expected. Times must be tough—and the expensive ticket wouldn’t help that. Who evenwantsto go to their ten-year reunionandpay to get in? I'd rather get a pap smear.
Yet here I am, with Theo, pretending to be his girlfriend.
He does try to include me in the conversations he's having, which I appreciate. But again, no one cares about me. They want to know everything, from Theo's workout routine to his skincare regimen.
If I have to hear him say, "A great SPF and a hat worked well for me in South America," one more time, I'm going to scream. He has to be incorporatingsomethingelse because he doesn't even have crow's feet near his eyes. Maybe because he never smiles… That must be the trick! SPF and refusing to laugh will prevent wrinkles and those lines near your mouth. It's not fair how good he looks compared to everyone else here.
