“Yeah, Blue, they are, but they don’t know you. They are miserable people stuck behind a screen with nothing better to do. Youmustrealize that.”
I swallowed and moved from the table to pace the kitchen. “All because I was pictured with him? That’s weird.”
“The dude has fans. Lots of fans. He used to do these videos on social media before all that shit went down.”
“Megan. Why do you know all of this?”
“Because I’m looking out for you. Once you made up your mind about him, I promised I wouldn’t interfere, but I did not promise to stop researching him.”
“You’re the worst,” I said, my mood already brightening. “Not really.”
“Yeah, I know. You love me. But for reals, this guy has millions of followers online. He’s going to have some obsessed fans. For sure.”
I sighed and once again found myself debating if seeing him again was worth all this hassle. The arrest, the fans, the bullying… “We fooled around last night a bit.”
“He get your V-card?”
“No. No!” I said too fast. “But we did do stuff.”
“My god, woman. Stop acting like you’re fourteen, for fuck’s sake.”
I laughed and was about to tell her everything when someone knocked on the door.Please be Brigham.“Gotta go.”
“Call me later, Blue. This conversation is not over.”
I hung up and pranced to the door. Brigham stood on the other side, freshly showered with still-wet hair hanging on his forehead. He was the most handsome man. “Hi,” I said, twisting my fingers together and hating how easily my skin blushed. I wanted to say everything and nothing at the same time, and somehow made myself look like a total dork. “Good day, Brigham.”
“Good day?” he repeated, laughing as he pulled me toward him to give me a hug. “You’re cute.”
“You are too. Not cute. Handsome. Sexy, even,” I blurted, smacking myself in the forehead. “Why are you here?”
“I wanted to see you,” he replied, his lips curving into a playful smirk. “Glad I make you nervous still.”
“Shut up, you.”
He laughed and followed me inside, picking me up so my legs wrapped around his waist and kissing the hell out of me. “Mm. I wanted to make sure I remembered right.”
“Remembered what?” I said, our mouths not even an inch apart. His minty breath hit my face and I wanted to cancel all my plans and just kiss him for the entire week.
“If you tasted just as good as I remembered. You do.” He cupped my ass and walked us farther into the kitchen, where he set me on the counter. It was so hot to have a big guy carry me. It was a fantasy I didn’t know I had. “I did come over to talk to you about something. Notjustto kiss you.”
“Who says we can’t do both?”
“I like your thinking, Ms. Blue.” He rested his hands on my thighs and stood right between them. The playfulness on his face shifted to a more somber expression and I prepared myself for the worst. “I have some bad news.”
“Okay.” I closed my eyes and held my breath.
“What… Are you holding your breath?”
“Yes.” I opened one eye to find him laughing at me. “I don’t know why I did it, but it made sense at the time. Now, what is the news so my anxiety can chill out!”
He moved his hands to my shoulders and rested them on the spots where my neck met my shoulders. “The media has figured out your name.”
“Oh, yeah. My social media is bombarded with mean comments.” I indicated my phone on the counter. He took it and handed it to me.
“Show me.”
I unlocked it and watched his face as he scanned my phone. He frowned hard and groaned before setting the device down next to me. It was endearing to see him upset on my behalf, and when he rested his forehead against my shoulder, I hugged him. It wasn’t his fault this had happened. My fame might’ve happened because of him, but it wasn’t his fault. He couldn’t control that, and it was good to remember the fact.
