“Oh my god,” I say, cringing at his face staring at me from my wall. “This is—I can explain?—”
He’s laughing. Actually clutching his stomach, doubled over laughing.
“You said you were my biggest fan.”
“Please kill me now.”
“No way. This is the best thing I’ve ever seen.” He steps closer to examine them. “Oh wow, this one’s from my first tour. Look at that hair.”
My face is burning, and I focus on the floor. This is it. This is how I die. Death by mortification in front of my celebrity crush, whom I’ve been messaging for a month.
“Hey,” he says softly. “Nick. Look at me.”
I force myself to raise my gaze to meet his.
“I have your spoof video bookmarked on my phone. I’ve watched it at least fifty times.”
That makes me feel marginally better. “Really? That feels slightly stalkery.”
We’re standing very close now. I can see the flecks of gold in his brown eyes, smell his expensive cologne. God, I want him.
But suddenly, nerves slam into me. This is Anthony Devine. His last boyfriend was a famous runway model. His boyfriend before that was an NFL player.
Fuck. This is where my obsession with Anthony Devine is not a good thing. I know too much about his dating history. And I know I don’t measure up to any of it.
“I—” I start, then stop. My hands are shaking.
Anthony studies my face, then pulls out his phone. My phone buzzes a second later.
AntD
Hey
I laugh shakily.
NickKnackPaddyWhack
Hi
AntD
I think you’re really cute.
We don’t have to do anything right now.
But I would really like to kiss you.
I swallow hard, looking up from my phone to find him watching me with those dark eyes.
NickKnackPaddyWhack
Kissing can definitely be arranged.
He sets his phone aside and steps closer, one hand coming up to cup my jaw. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
And then he’s kissing me, and suddenly, I’m not worried about kissing Anthony Devine, multi-millionaire pop star.
