Page 91 of Unspoken Confessions
So in love him.
And the thing was, I didn’t feel panic at realizing I’d said those words out loud. I set the truth free. The only thing I was scared about was if he didn’t feel the same. But I pushed that voice away because I knew deep down how he felt.
“So you’re asking me to fly to LA, get all dressed up— I’m assuming I have to wear a suit or some shit for this thing— and walk next to the sexiest guy I’ve ever seen? It kind of sounds like you’re asking me out. Wait, are you asking me out, Mr. Movie Star?”
Why was I in love with him again? I felt like I had to remind myself with the way he was making me feel like a damn worm wriggling on a hook.
“I’m ready, Jamie,” I whispered, though I felt a little less scared than I thought I would have. “Please don’t tell me I’m too late.”
“My name is Edward.” He cleared his throat like he wasn’t comfortable about saying that name out loud.
And then I was suddenly sidetracked.
“Wait, you fucked me and didn’t even tell me your real name?”
“Not like you gave me yours either, Mr. Nicholson.”
Well, he had me there.
“Mr. Nicholson is my father, please don’t ever call me that again, and Sterling is just the worst first name.” He chuckled and I smiled at the sound. “Will you still be my Jamie?”
“I’ll be anything as long as I’m yours.”
I busted out laughing. Oh, God, I could not hold it in.
“Okay, that was the cheesiest line I’ve ever heard,” I told him still laughing.
“Did it work?”
“Yeah,” I whispered with a huge smile on my face. Seriously, I didn’t think I’d ever recalled a time I’d smiled this hard. “So is that a yes? I kind of really need to hear you say it.”
“Yes.”
I let out a long breath that seemed dramatic but it was totally a reflection of how relieved I felt.
“Thank you,” I told him. “I’m sure Jen will be bugging you soon about clothing and shit. He’ll want to dress you. Just let it happen. There’s no use fighting it.”
“Can’t wait,” he said dryly. “I’ll see you soon.”
“Okay. Soon.”
I wasn’t ready to let him go but it was probably a good thing he was trying to scoot me off the phone. I was about to freak the fuck out.
“Oh, and Nick?” he said right when I’d expected to hear the call drop against my ear.
“Yes?” Did I sound a little breathy and hopeful? Yep, I did, and honestly, I didn’t care.
“I’m in love with you too.”
