I feel safe.
I feel like she was brought into my life for a reason.
But the fear of giving myself over, that is buried so fucking deep.
I drag my hand through my hair. “So what, I’m going to grow an attachment to this girl, she’s going to pull me out of this funk I’m living in, then she’ll take a new job somewhere else, and I have to sit back and think, wow, that was fun, now what?”
“No.” Posey shakes his head. “That’s why we have the Break Blakely plan, because after we’re done with her, not only is she going to want to stay in your apartment and in Vancouver but she’s going to be head over heels in love with you.”
“She is,” Silas agrees, usually the most “realistic” one in the group. “Mark our words, you’ll be proposing by the end of the season.”
“And then the Frozen Fellas will be the groomsmen at your wedding. Eli pending with the whole NDA thing,” OC says. He’s starting to slip into the delirium that my guys live in, so I’mgoing to have to watch him. He’s levelheaded, I don’t need him being influenced by the others.
“So you good?” Posey asks.
“I don’t know,” I say on a huff. “I mean, fuck, do I really have a choice?”
“No, and I’m glad you see it that way. Now, where are we on the furniture? Did you order it?”
“Not yet,” I answer.
“Why the fuck not? That was your homework. Pull out your phone, and we’ll do it now so you won’t have an excuse not to.”
And this is why you don’t let your friends get involved in your personal life.
My phone chimeswith a text as I shift out of the bathroom where I just took a shower. Towel wrapped around my waist, I pick up the phone and see that it’s a text from Posey.
Jesus fucking Christ, this guy won’t leave me alone.
Posey:Text her tonight. Remember, tell her about the furniture and ask her how her day was.
With one hand, I text him back.
Halsey:You don’t think that’ll be weird? That’s what a boyfriend would do.
Posey:A boyfriend would FaceTime, you are texting. And it’s just being a friend. Now do it or I will run up and down these hallways screaming all night. Is that what you want to happen?
Halsey:Jesus, you’re annoying.
Posey:I’m going to bed, don’t fucking disturb me. You know how I need my sleep. If you require help with your texts, ask OC, he’s the newbie, and he should be in charge of texts.
Halsey:I’ll be fine.
I sit on the edge of my bed and pull up her name in my phone.
Her beautiful face displayed in the thumbnail of the contact actually gives me butterflies.
Jesus, I’m so pathetic.
Taking a deep breath, I type out a text message and press send.
No going back now.
Halsey:Hey Blakely. Heads-up, I have people stopping by tomorrow between three and five to deliver some furniture for the patio. Do you think you’ll be home?
I’m about to toss my phone to the side, not willing to wait around to see if she texts back, but then the dots indicate her texting, so I wait, my stomach twisting in a knot.
When my phone dings, my eyes immediately start reading.
