Sacha laughed low. "Oh, I know, Princess. I don't expect any less, but I promise. There’s nothing there and there hasn’t been for a long time. Even when there was, it was nothing close to this." He touched my ear. “You know you can trust me.”
The hell of it was, I knew I could.
“We’re fine then?” he asked with hesitation stamping his tone. “Better than before?”
I nodded and blinked at him, needing and wanting to make sure that we were on the same page. “Just to make sure… you have feelings for me too, right?”
Those light colored eyes rolled before he pressed his forehead against mine, his nose touching my own. I could sense his breath on my mouth as he whispered, “So many feelings you have no idea.”
Well, shit. What came out of my mouth was probably the dumbest, most understated reply that I could have possibly come up with: “Okay.”
“Okay?” he asked. I could feel his grin, though I couldn’t see it from how close we were.
“Yes. Okay.” I felt like I could breath for the first time in hours or longer. Did that mean I knew what was going on? No. I guess I’d missed the guidelines on when people were officially dating and when they weren’t since my past experiences were nothing to compare against. Brandon had simply called me his girlfriend one day when introducing me to people and that had been that. My boyfriend in high school hadaskedme to be his girlfriend. How the hell were you supposed to know?
A loud knock on my door snapped us out of our bubble. I groaned and jumped up to check the peephole. My brother stood on the other side with his arms crossed over his chest before I let him in.
"We're going on one of those double-decker tours. Put some shoes on," he said quickly, before narrowing his eyes. “And some make-up. Definitely put some make-up on.”
Asshole.
I stood there with my mouth open a second, which made him frown and then peek over my shoulder to spot Sacha sitting on my bed. A slow grimace covered Eliza's face before he shuddered.
"Oh fuck, I'm going to be sick," he groaned before gagging.
I laughed and socked him in the stomach. "Shut up. We're fully clothed, you idiot."
Eli smiled quickly and winked at Sacha, only confirming the man-crush I felt he had on him. "Come on, Sach. You can translate what those tour guides are saying."
"They're speaking English," I told my brother, feeling one of my eyes begin to twitch.
"But they have accents, Flabby, hello."
I looked over my shoulder to find Sacha shaking his head, so I snickered. "Luckily for you, E, Sacha speaks stupid, so he can translate."
"And you wonderwhy you don't have any friends."
Sacha shot me a look as he raked both hands through his hair. He'd just finished telling me that I was out of my fucking mind for wanting to get on the ride. Those pale eyes peered up again, taking in the Ferris wheel-type thing that was currently scaring the shit out of him. He blinked and swallowed hard. "I can't do it," he stated.
"You're really that scared?" I asked, crossing my arms over my chest.
Eli and Gordo were standing close by, my brother busy gesturing and leering at a group of women to our right. Knowing him, he was planning on which girl he would hit on first. The poor, poor soul. Thankfully, no one was witnessing the freak-out that I thought Sacha was about to have. He glanced at me again before looking at the London Eye warily.
"You're scared of heights?"
Sacha swallowed. "I can handle normal heights; getting on a ladder or on a counter, butthatis too tall. Way too tall," he let out in one breath, watching the huge contraption.
I turned around to look at the looming attraction. It was pretty damn tall. Even though I wasn't scared of heights, it was intimidating. Eliza had been the one to suggest that we get on after our double-decker tour bus adventure. I was more than glad that we'd gotten through it without my brother insulting someone with the dumb shit that came out of his mouth. Gordo had been the one who got stuck sitting next to him, while Sacha and I crowded together on a seat. Now that I thought about it, it was me that had hung off the edge of the bus taking in the sights while he sat up straight and took everything in that I know he’d seen before.
It wasn't his first time visiting London, and it wasn't my brother's either, but I liked that they both went out of their ways to do things that they knew I hadn't done. Things that they wouldn't have done if I hadn’t been around. I couldn't imagine Eli or Gordo riding along on a tourist bus for fun. Hell, I was surprised Eliza wasn't hitting up a pub instead, but I wasn't about to bring it up.
"If you really don't want to get on, we don't have to," I told him, smiling just a little at his fear.
He groaned and looked up at the contraption behind me again, teeth grinding. "But you already got our tickets—"
"Oh lord, Sassy, I'd rather stay down here with you than have you flipping out up there," I poked him in his stomach, enjoying how normal everything felt after the conversation we’d had in my hotel room. "It's fine. Don't worry about it. I'm scared of the dark, so don't judge me."
He raised an eyebrow at me, giving me the tiniest hint of a smile. "The dark?"
