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Nick
“What are you doing?” Jen asked as he breezed into the living room with a bag that I was positive held the burgers he’d gone out to get hours ago. Yes, hours. He’d left me here alone for fucking hours with my newly noted screenplay and that had led to this very moment of ‘I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing.’ Which had now turned into some big moment of trying to figure out how to get my life back on track. And now, I was at the point where I knew what I wanted and was hellbent on going after it. Well, maybe not hellbent, because I was currently standing on the ledge but hesitating on the jumping part.
So, despite how good that food smelled, I would not be eating it.
Because right now I was so nervous I wanted to throw up.
My phone sat tauntingly in the middle of the couch and I was pacing the floor right in front of it. I’d glance at it, then glance away. I’d turned into a fifteen-year-old that was terrified of the phone because he was about to call up his crush.
Yep, that was where I was at.
Except Jameson wasn’t my crush, I was pretty sure he was the man made for me.
And I was one tiny gust of wind away from falling over that line that I had spent most of my life and all of my career not crossing.
“Okay, I expected you to be a little mad at me but I’m not sure what is going on right now. What is this that you’re doing? Did I push you over the edge?” He actually sounded a bit panicked.
I didn’t look at him, instead locking my gaze on my phone. If I looked away, I’d lose focus or something.
“Is there something wrong with your phone?” he asked as he dropped the bag of food on the coffee table and went to reach for said object.
“No!” I yelled, causing him to jump back and look at me in horror.
If he picked it up, he’d unlock the screen.
If he unlocked the screen, he would see Jameson’s contact information right there, ready and waiting.
And if he saw that… well, I didn’t want to find out. I was sure he’d push me to go through with this emotional idea that had come about after reading through most of the screenplay and Jen’s notes.
“Nick, you’re scaring me. What the hell is going on?”
“I want a date,” I said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
But it wasn’t just a date. It was a start. A promise. A declaration.
It was the beginning. The step that I was ready to take. Nervous, but ready.
“Um, okay. Is this like an I need to get on the phone and find one for an event type of thing, or a swiping kind of situation?”
“Neither,” I said. “I want a plus one for the premier.”
I could feel him staring at me like I’d lost my damn mind. And perhaps I had.
“Do we have someone in mind?” he asked, the words coming out really slow and pointedly. It was that tone that said he had already caught up to the page I was on, but he wanted me to read it aloud to him from here on out.
“Yes.”
“Is this someone I know?”
“Yes.”
I closed my eyes because I knew what the next question was going to be… or some form of it.
“Is this person… tall, built, silent, and sexy?”
I opened my eyes and shot him a look of warning.
