Reed jerks his chin toward a woman exiting the terminal, a gaggle of photographers and fans swarming around her as she pauses to sign a few autographs.
I almost laugh. I know her.
“You’re still pissed about her?” I ask him. “It was one interview.”
Reed chews the inside of his mouth, his stark blue eyes never leaving the actress. “One interview is enough.”
I grin at his annoyance. “Who knew one comment would have your panties in a fucking twist.”
“How are you not pissed about it?” Reed asks.
“I have better things to be in a knot about,” I reply. “And she said she liked me.”
“Yeah.” Reed scoffs, a pout on his lips. “She didn’t sayyoulooked like the emo member of a boy band.”
I snort. “I mean…” My brows raise as I step back and look him over—the skinny black pants, hoodie, and shaggy hair sticking out from beneath the beanie.
Reed pushes me sideways, and I laugh as I grab my stomach.
“Who fucking cares what she thinks?” I ask him. “Maybe you should invite her to a concert. Show her you’re the furthest thing from some pop star.”
“Yeah, maybe.”
“Fuck her senseless after,” I suggest.
Reed’s eyes shift my way before he’s glaring at her again, and this time, the actress’s gaze lifts to find him staring at her. It’s a short exchange, barely more than a blink, and yet I swear I see her eyes roll when she turns away from us.
Reed gapes at me in disbelief. “Did you see that?”
I try to hold my lips together. I try to keep my amusement in check.
Regardless, he’s so bent out of shape about this girl that I burst into laughter before I can stop myself.
Reed flips me off, looking utterly annoyed about his own frustrations.
“Suck my dick, Mads,” Reed grunts.
I double over and catch myself on my knees as I try to contain my hysterics. Even still, I haven’t laughed this hard in a long time, and for some reason, I can’t hold it in.
“Now, that is a noise I don’t hear often enough.”
My heart skips at the sound of Andi’s voice. It sobers me slightly, and I wipe the tears from my eyes as I finally straighten and look down the walk where I heard her voice.
My entire body caves upon seeing her. She has her hair pulled up, her freshly cut bangs down, and she’s wearing one of my hoodies, ripped leggings, and Vans. Our eyes meet, and I feel myself falter beneath her gleaming stare.
I didn’t know love could feel like this.
I didn’t know that it could consume me, yet still feel as if I need her more. I didn’t know anything could be this achingly blissful.
My tongue darts over my lips, and I press my hands to my knees again, the restless ache of being so close to touching her causing my breaths to shorten.
I can’t keep the stupid fucking grin off my lips.
“I’m about to make out with your sister,” I tell Reed. “I’m giving you the courtesy of a heads up.”
Reed groans. “Yeah, fine. Go get her,” he concedes.
Andi drops her bag and darts across the space, an almost skip in her steps that makes me laugh.
