“They don’t. That’s what I’m saying. They’re obnoxiously obvious.”
“Thanks for the pep talk, guys.” Ember huffs, leaning back against the booth.
“Anytime.” Brin chuckles, taking a sip of her milkshake. “That’s what we’re here for.”
“Now, moving on from my life update,” Ember raises an eyebrow, “you spent the night with Fletcher?”
“WHAT?! Why didn’t we start with you?” Brinley gasps, turning toward me.
“Wait, like—”
“Not like that.”
Exactly like that.
“I stayed over at his place last night, yes.”
“So, things are better?” Maia leans forward.
So much fucking better.I just want to scream it from the rooftops, but today is not about us. We’ll tell them when we’re ready.
If they don’t figure it out before we do. I think Jere might already be onto us.
“They are.” I lick my bottom lip, thinking back to last night. And then to this morning, and how perfect both were. “We talked. We got everything out in the open, and I think we’re both better for it.”
“I’m sorry. Did we not tell you to do that?” Maia’s brow furrows.
“Actually, didn’t you tell us you had already done that?” Ember presses.
“I did. I lied. But now we’re good. If we weren’t, I obviously wouldn’t have been there this morning.”
“So, he spent Valentine’s Day with you, over his girlfriend?” Brinley questions.
“First of all, Casey isn’t his girlfriend. She never was.” And never will be. “Second of all, it wouldn’t be the first time we’ve spent the holiday together. Whenever Zeke has his party, Fletch and I spend the entire day together. And I always sleep over afterward.”
“So, they aren’t talking anymore?” Ember’s head falls slightly to the side.
“I don’t know.”
I should’ve asked. From what Fletcher told me, she knows that he has feelings for me and always has. He didn’t say if they’re still best buds or if they’re still in contact.
“And if they are, you’d be okay with that?” Brinley studies my face, and I shrug.
“I don’t know.”
“This could all be resolved by you telling him you’re in love with him. Then you could tell him you don’t want him talking to Casey.” Brin chuckles.
“I would never dictate who he can and can’t talk to.” I roll my eyes, but Casey might have to be the one exception to that rule.
Again, I just don’t trust her.
But I trust him.
So maybe if I trust him, I have to believe he would never do something to hurt me.
“I would.” Brin pops a fry in her mouth. “But, if you guys did talk, then he knows how you feel about her, and if you started dating and he didn’t stop talking to her, knowing how you feel, then he’s not the one, and you should move on.”
“Always know what to say to make me feel better, Brin.” I force a smile.
