Page 82 of Hypothetical Heart
“My boobs are up to my neck!” I exclaim as I fling the bathroom door open, motioning toward my chest.
Eloise and Genevieve both take one look at me and burst out laughing.
“Winnie, it doesn’t matter how good the push-up bra is. You don’t have enough boob for them to ever reach your neck,” Genevieve tells me through bouts of laughter.
“This isn’t funny, I look crazy,” I sigh.
“Yeah, crazy hot,” Eloise says.
I step in front of the full-length mirror on my wall, pulling at the bottom hem of the dress, but of course, that only makes the neckline plunge further. It takes me a few minutes to get used to the image reflecting back at me and the fact that I actually have cleavage for once.
“This isn’t too much?” I turn back toward my friends, silently asking for their honest opinion.
“It’s exactly what we’re going for,” Genevieve reminds me.
“Okay,” I say, trying to reassure myself more than anything. The whole point of this is to be confident.
The girls each take turns in the bathroom, getting themselves ready for the night ahead of us.
“I think you need to make the call,” Eloise tells me, looking down at her watch. “It’s almost ten.”
Anxiety bubbles in my stomach, but I ignore it, picking up my phone and clicking Logan’s contact. The FaceTime rings twice before the call connects.
“Hey, what’s up?” He answers, and from the dim lightingand the position of the camera, I can tell he’s lying in bed.
I look away from my phone and toward Genevieve. A sudden wave of doubt creeps over me, and I’m not sure I want to do this anymore.
“Winnie?” Logan’s confused voice comes through the speaker, and the girls both wave me on.
Well, I’ve already come this far. There’s no going back now. “Hey, I was just wondering if you could help me with my outfit.”
My camera is facing the ceiling, making it so he’s unable to see any part of my current ensemble.
“For what?”
“I’m going to a party with Eloise and Evie tonight.” I do my best to sound as casual as possible.
Logan’s eyes flash with something dark–almost possessive– and for a moment, I wonder if he’s going to come through the screen just to make sure no one else sees me like this.
A look of hurt flashes across his face, and I know he’s wondering why he wasn’t invited. “Sure, let’s see what you’ve got.”
“Okay, this is the first option,” I say, propping my phone up on my dresser.
“No,” he instantly responds. “Absolutely not.”
“What? Why?” I act confused, looking down at the dress, leaning further over, purposely exposing more cleavage.
He chokes on a cough, and I have to hold back a laugh because who knew Logan wasthisattracted to me?
Genevieve and Eloise would say everyone except me.
“If you’re going out dressed like that, I’m fucking coming with you.” There’s something in his voice, an intensity that makes my pulse race. This isn’t just Logan being protective–it’s him needing to be the one to go with me.
I watch him through the screen sit up in his bed, looking into his phone as if he’s trying to gauge whether or not I’m real.
“What do you mean?”
I see Eloise in the corner of my room, pumping her fist in victory. This is unraveling exactly how we had planned.
