“Drew?” she presses me for an answer.
“I need you to promise that you won’t freak out when I tell you this.”
“And you know whenever someone begins a line with those words, that’s exactly what the other person does.”
“It’s Will.” I say the words quickly, like I’m ripping a Band-Aid off.
One hand on the steering wheel, she holds up the other. “Wait, what?! As in Will Jones?! WilliamfreakingJones?!The family friend you’re supposed to be representing and … oh my God …” She draws in a sharp breath, horror in her voice. “You’re in love with him?!”
“I’m not in love with him!” I shriek. “But … yeah, I’m talking about Will Jones.”
“Holy freaking Lord.”
“Not helping,” I sing at her. “I was hoping for more of a calm response to this news. You know, the kind where you tell me that I’m not a freaking idiot for sleeping with him.”
“You’re sleeping with him?!” Marley practically pulls off the road. She grips the steering wheel tighter, drawing deep breaths into her lungs.
I don’t say anything for a few beats, giving her time to calm down.
“Drew … I … I don’t know what to say.” She quickly looks at me and then back at the road. “I guess all I can think to ask is, what’s he like in bed?”
We both start laughing because of all the questions my sister could have asked, of course she had to go ahead and pick the most inappropriate one.
“Listen …” She holds up another hand, still laughing as she says, “You can’t blame a girl for going there. The boy has a reputation for being amazing in bed. You only have to run a quick search of him on social media to figure that one out.” Shewinces at her own words. “Sorry, that’s not what you wanted to hear.”
I shrug and gaze out of the window. Vancouver truly is a beautiful city. “I’m well aware of his reputation, but that’s the thing …” I turn to look at her. “I think he might really like me.”
Marley side-eyes me, but doesn’t say anything else.
“And I think I might really like him too.”
Marley takesa seat at the kitchen table and slides a plate of spaghetti Bolognese my way. It looks incredible, but my appetite has deserted me in favor of my stressing over the boy with a smile that makes me giddy. He will have landed back in Seattle by now, and I haven’t heard a thing since last night.
I stare down at my phone.
“Were you hoping that by running off to Vancouver, he might follow you here?”
Marley’s question hits me right in the gut. I don’t want to admit the truth in it or the fact that I’m missing him and allowing my mind to spiral.
What if he’s hooking up with someone else right now?
“I came here to see you,” I tell her. “But, yeah, I’m thinking about him, and I can’t deny that.”
I twirl some spaghetti around my fork, but it clatters to the plate when my phone buzzes on the table, and I immediately grab it.
Will
In case you were wondering, I miss you. And, yeah, I’ve already googled flights from Seattle to Vancouver. Twice.
Okay, maybe three times. But who’s counting?
“Oh, girl, you are definitely into him.”
I could try all night but still struggle to hide the smile as it pulls at my lips.
Taking a big bite of food, I close my eyes and swallow. “You’re still a great cook, Marl.”
“Don’t deflect, Drew. I want to know what Will said.”
