Page 62 of Would You Rather
Her silence kills me as it radiates through us until she sighs. “I just don’t see myself sharing a life with someone else.”
My heart drops to my stomach. I don’t even know why, but hearing that come from her lips kills me. “Really?” I ask her, my pulse racing.
“Yeah,” she admits, her voice quiet and not like I’m used to hearing from her. “You know how much of a control freak I am.”
The corner of my lips lifts as I lick my lips and shake off her earlier words. I shouldn’t care that she wants to spend her life alone. I shouldn’t be thinking about what it would be like if she were to spend it with… me.
But I am.
It’s all I’m thinking about.
So when I rub my hand over my face, unable to shake the thought of Madeline out of my mind, I say something I probably shouldn’t. “Question number fifteen. What’s your dream date?”
She laughs. “This again?”
“You didn’t answer me before,” I remind her.
“Why do you want to know so bad?”
I want to know what makes you happy. “You’re bad at answering questions,” I say instead, not wanting her to read too much into it.
“I told you I don’t let myself think about it,” she tells me, and I hear the sigh in her voice.
“Try, Madeline,” I plead. “Just tell me what would make you happy.”
“Lucas.”
I tut, shaking my head at her tone. “It’s my question, Mads. You answer, that was the deal.”
A heavy sigh escapes her. “I know it’ll probably never happen, but…” My ears perk up, wanting to know her answer. “I’d want the guy to plan it. I’d want to be surprised, admired… worshipped.” My eyebrows raise at her boldness. Madeline has always been a closed-off, independent person ever since I have known her, so this… it surprises the fuck out of me.
“I’d want him to pick out a dress for me, pick out my hairstyle, my nails, and take me where he’s never taken another girl before. I’d want to be the center of his attention, the only thought in his head.”
I smirk, picturing how I would do every one of those things. I could be so fucking good to her if she’d let me.
The truth hits me right in my face before I can even begin to process what the hell that means.
I’ve caught feelings for my fake girlfriend.
How the hell did this happen? How did I let this happen? Even though I made her promise not to develop feelings for me, I ended up doing just that. When we met, she was a pain in my ass, and I had no interest in her. Even if I thought she was beautiful, and my body warmed every time I looked at her, the way she hated me was enough to tame down any other feelings. But now? She’s everywhere. Thoughts of her consume my mind, day after day And I don’t know what to do about it.
“I was right,” I say with a smile on my face.
“About?”
“Youarea princess.”
A scoff leaves her mouth, making me chuckle at the sound. I swear if I were dying, her laugh would cure me. “And now I regret answering your question.”
I shake my head, unable to stop smiling. “Are you ready for the interview?” I ask her.
Ana managed to get us another interview with CelebCentral next week. Although I should be thinking about the interview, about how lucky we are that they gave us another chance after standing them up at the last minute, my only thoughts are of Madeline.
What might she wear, how will she do her makeup that day? Will she wear that cherry red lipstick again?God, I hope so. Will her hair be down, or will she have it up this time? She usually has it curly on Wednesdays. I don’t even know if Madeline will want me to touch her after what happened last week, necessary or not.
“Of course,” she says.
“Really?” I ask. “How are you feeling now? Any sickness coming on?”
