Blake chuckled. “You know exactly who I am.”
“All right, all right. This is just supposed to be an introduction, not a bar brawl.”
Blake was the light of my life. For the past two months, we had been inseparable, and I wanted nothing more than to introduce him to my best friend. I knew Caleb would love him. I mean, they had so much in common. They were both nerds in their own way, and they both loved Star Trek, and I knew it would be the three of us against the world.
That was, until I actually introduced the two of them.
“How long have you been dating my best friend now?” Caleb asked.
Blake slid his hands into his pockets. “A couple of months.”
He nodded softly. “And how long will it be before you break her heart?”
I gasped. “Caleb!”
Blake smiled. “I’ll never break her heart. Not like you have a tendency to do sometimes.”
I balked. “What!?”
Caleb lifted his head. “I’ve never once hurt her.”
Blake took a step toward him. “Are you sure about that? Because I’m pretty sure she was crying on my shoulder last night because you stood her up at the diner.”
The memory bombarded my mind as tears trickled down my cheeks. I slid down the door, landing right on my ass in front of it as I curled my knees into my chest.
And as I buried my face into my legs, another memory assaulted me.
“Who you texting over there?” Blake asked.
I shook my head as my fingers flew across the keyboard. “Just Caleb. His mom’s being a bitch, apparently.”
“You’re texting him while we’re having dinner together?”
I tossed him a look. “Hey, if your best friend texted with something like this, wouldn’t you answer it, too?”
“Not when the most important person in my life is sitting in front of me, no.”
I sighed as I shot off the text and tucked my phone away. “I’m sorry. I know it’s rude. I just want to make sure he’s okay, that’s all. His mom can be… a bit of a trip sometimes.”
But Blake’s face said it all before he did. “Look, I get that your best friend is a guy and everything, but will you just be careful? I see the way he looks at you sometimes.”
I furrowed my brow. “The way he looks at me?”
“Yeah. Like he’s jealous.”
“Of what?”
He blinked. “Of me having you and him not having you.”
I threw my head back in laughter. “Oh, no no no. No. Ew. No. Never. That’s—ew, Blake. Seriously. I’m trying to eat.”
But he was absolutely serious. “Is it funny to you that your boyfriend is insecure about something and needs a bit of reassurance?”
That stopped my laughter in its tracks. “You have nothing to worry about, okay? Caleb doesn’t mean anything to me like that.”
“Then, don’t interrupt our date to text him. He’s got other friends. That’s all I’m asking. When we’re together? Can you at least act like I’m the most important person? Even for a second?”
I scoffed. “If your best friend texted you with an emergency—”
