Page 61 of Run For Me
“Oh, no.” She shakes her head, letting out a disbelieving laugh. “No way, Sailor. No. I need details. I need imagery.”
I think of the photos he sent me, and I get excited about showing someone. Even if I show her the photo of him with the helmet on, she won’t know I’ve never seen his face. She’ll just think he’s trying to be hot or something—which he totally is.
When Sam and I first met and started flirting, and eventually dated, I loved how our group of friends supported it and made comments about being jealous of how we were together. The two other girls in the group would tell me how jealous they were because it’s hard to find hot gamers like Sam. I know that’s true. Their jealousy made me proud, in a way. Maybe happy that I hadsomething good. And I have a feeling showing Amelia the sexy photo of JT will be the same—just more.
As I pull my phone out and pull the photo up, I stare at it, wondering if I should be worried about showing her so much of him. But there isn’t an ounce of jealousy on my end, only excitement about her approving or maybe being jealous.
Her eyes widen as she tries to be patient.
“Okay, don’t judge, alright? I don’t have a lot of photos of him because…” I may regret saying this. “Because we met online.”
“Girl, I do not care about that. I just want to see.” She holds her hand out, then frowns. “Wait, did you think I’d care that you met him online? Isn’t that what most people do nowadays?”
I shrug. “I don’t know, do they?”
“From what I hear. Now show me!”
I blow a quick breath, then hold up my phone to show her.
Her jaw drops to the floor, and she lets out a screech that has other shoppers glancing our way. I somehow get my coffee between my arm and chest, then slap my hand over her mouth.
“Shhh!” I say.
She jumps up and down, squealing behind my hand.
“Quiet,” I plead.
She groans, rolling her eyes, then nods. I let my hand down.
“You better show me that again.”
“Are you going to scream again?”
“No.” I narrow my eyes. “I promise, I won’t. Please let me see him again.”
When I show her again, she just stares and fans herself.
“How is it legal for someone to be this damn hot?”
I laugh. “I wish I knew.” I look at the photo, biting on my bottom lip.
“Oh no, Sailor. Nope. Don’t do that.”
“Do what?” I ask carefully, clicking off my phone and putting it in my pocket again. I finish the rest of my coffee, in case I have to stop her from screaming again.
“Do not stare at how hot he is and wonder why he is talking to you. You are hot, and I’m sure he loves your amazing personality.”
There isn’t an ounce of sarcasm in her tone. She truly means what she says, and I can’t help but grab her for a hug.
“Thank you.”
“That’s what friends are for,” she says as I pull back, hooking her arm in mine. “Now let’s please go to that bakery down the street, because I need some chocolate.”
We do just that, and after sharing a small bit of my personal life with her, I feel lighter.
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Him
