Page 62 of Fangirl
I huff out a laugh, rolling my eyes.
Me: Then I wouldn’t be talking to you right now,obviously.
Silence. I frown.
Me: Wait… how come they’re inviting a special effects guy to a movie premiere?
Eli: Well, I’m Hollander, remember?
I snort, flopping back against the sofa with a huff.
I guess it makes sense. Jake Hollander’s films are at least 70 percent special effects, 25 percent muscle, 2 percent actual talent (for co-stars only), and 3 percent smolder.
Honestly? Eli might be the real star of the movie. The unsung hero.
Me: Well, okay, superstar. When are you coming? And for how long?
Eli: December 2nd. For how long? How long do you want me for?
Forever.
The thought comes so fast, so naturally, that it nearly knocks the breath out of me.
Penis.
I shake my head, my thumbs hovering over the keyboard before I settle on something safer.
Me: As long as you can stay.
I hit send, my heart still hammering from the emotional whiplash of the past five minutes.
Eli: That depends. I’m not expected back in LA before February.
I freeze. February? I sit up straighter, my mind already racing. That means…
Me: So you’re staying in London for two whole months?
Eli: Well, I’ll have some travel in between, but mostly? Yeah.
Holy. Shit.
Two months. Two months where he’ll be in the same country as me. The same city as me.
I could see him whenever I wanted.
A slow, giddy smile creeps across my face as I open my calendar app, fingers flying as I scroll through my remaining annual leave days. I could book time off work. Not just a day or two, but a full week. Maybe even longer!
Me: You know, I have some holiday time left to use before the end of the year…
Eli: Oh yeah?
Me: Yeah. Maybe I should take a couple of weeks off when you’re here. You know, be your personal London tour guide.
Eli: Fangirl… if you do that, you’ll never get rid of me.
I bite my lip, warmth curling through my chest.
Me: I’ll take my chances.
