Fuck, I wanted that. Not Nix. But someone to bring me my nightly tea, massage my feet, and be the most loving father.
Not necessarily right now, though.
No babies yet.
“It had his girlfriend in the picture.”
Nix chortled. “Ah, delete your account then. You’re too far gone.”
Did they all know I’d hooked up with him?
“He has a girlfriend?” I asked. That photo was two years ago.
Livie took a sip of her tea, eyes closed. “He’s very secretive.The only thing he publicly talks about is his grandfather, which makes sense, seeing as he’s the best racer in history.”
Nix cleared his throat, cocking a brow.
“Sorry,second-best racer of all time,” Livie corrected with a soft smile. “He was the first generation of bike racing. You see a poster of a vintage bike? He’s likely the face riding it.”
“A lot to live up to,” I mumbled. “But the girlfriend?”
Livie tried to hide her smile.
Nix’s face was stoic. “Don’t go there, Fia. Find someone emotionally stable.”
“He had a girlfriend, but I haven’t heard anything about them staying together… When I saw them yesterday, it wasn’t like that.” She gestured to the phone again.
“Yesterday?”
“She transferred as Prixton’s grid girl for the season,” she said. “Everly said she’s nice.”
And desperate.
Clearly.
Or…in love? In a relationship?
Had he fucked me on the cliff — the most primal and somehow romantic thing anyone had ever planned for me —while in a committed relationship?
I dropped my phone from one hand to the other, again and again. If I had his number, I’d call him. But I didn’t even have that.
And I couldn’t bear to go back onto Instagram.
“I heard my name,” Everly said, coming down the stairs.
“Avia asleep?” Nix asked.
She shook her head, sitting between Livie and me. “Luca’s taken over. Apparently, he’s much better at telling princessstories.”
Nix snorted and took Livie’s empty mug, leaving for the kitchen.
“We’re talking about Zoltán’s girlfriend. Or ex-girlfriend. We’re not sure.”
Everly cocked her head, looking at me through her brows in disbelief. “Her name is Nora. She’s really nice if she’s not your girlfriend.”
Livie, who had looked like she was about to start snoring, sat up, blinking. “Well, go on.”
“I don’t think they’re together. Not romantically anyway.”
