Page 46 of Book Boyfriend
Do you have any plans tomorrow night?
Call me when you get a chance.
Aww . . . he does care. I shake my head at myself and feel bad for hating on him. He didn’t do anything other than work his ass off all day. I dial his number and spin in my chair to gaze out the window as it rings.
“Hi. How are you?” he asks.
“Good. How are you?”
“Tired. I didn’t get home until two a.m. I’m sorry I didn’t call.”
“No biggie,” I lie. “I knew you said you’d be busy.”
“So you weren’t worried?”
I pause. I could say no here. I could act like I have all the confidence in the world. Guys like confidence. Or, I could tell him I’ve been slamming drawers all day because I’m a mess. Hmm . . . decisions.
“You were worried. I can tell.”
I shrug and then remember he can’t see me on the phone. “Maybe a little. I figured you were upset with me for Saturday night.”
“Ugh. Of course not. Why in the world would I be?”
“Because . . . Luna and . . . well . . . me.”
“You? You mean you and your gorgeous body? I have spanking material for life.”
I giggle and cover my mouth with my hand. “What are you doing right now?” I stammer and feel the need to clarify. “What I mean is are you getting ready for work or chilling? I didn’t mean spanking the monkey.”
He laughs. “I’m going to jump in the shower and head back to the set. But hey, are you free tomorrow night? They’re having a little cast party, so our families can visit the set and see what we do. I’d love it if you’d come.”
“Really? Wouldn’t you rather have your mom or your brother?”
“They’re all the way in Ohio. They’d never make it. But I would be honored if you’d come. Will you?”
How can I say no to him? “Sure. I’d love to.”
“I’ll text you the address. It starts at four, but you can come any time after if you’re working.”
“I think I’ll skip out early.”
“Great. Okay, I’ll see you tomorrow. I’ll try to text or call later, but there’s a no phone rule while we’re filming. The bigger stars break it all the time, but I can’t risk being labeled. I can try to get to it on break, but those breaks are few and far between. I hope you understand.”
“Me? Of course I do!” I wave my hand in the air like it’s no big deal. The reality is that after a few hours, I’ll probably start worrying needlessly again.
“Don’t worry, okay? I’m crazy about you.”
I bite my lip. “I’m crazy about you too.”
“Good. Pretend I’m kissing you. I gotta go. Bye.”
“Bye.”
I end the call and swirl around in my chair like I’m floating. I don’t remember ever having so many butterflies before in my life. It feels amazing. Tapping on my belly, I speak to them out loud. “Don’t you leave me now. You make me so happy. You stay right there.”
“Uh . . . everything okay?” Brenna asks.
I turn to see her staring at me.
