Page 76 of Damaged Prince
“Oh, Laney,” he sniffles. “Your words truly touch my soul.”
“I’m glad to hear it.” I laugh.
“Now. Down to the reason why I’m here.”
“Why are you here?” I ask. Normally, he’s with Logan when Winter and I are together.
“Rude,” he huffs. “I’m here to escort you two lovely ladies to lunch.”
“Yeah?” I ask, raising a brow, a smile still on my face. “Why's that?”
“That is something I’m not at liberty to say.” He motions zipping his lips.
“Alright then.” I give. “Let’s go to lunch.”
“Make way, people!” Justin shouts as he starts to walk ahead of us. “Two pretty ladies coming through!”
“He is such a dork,” I snort, shaking my head.
“Yeah.” Winter sighs dreamily. “He is.”
“Winter,” I say her name teasingly. “Babe, you can’t tell me you don’t like that boy.”
Her cheeks turn bright red. “I thought I only liked women. I’ve been that way my whole life,” she says softly. “But... but...”
“There’s something about Justin that calls to you?”
“Yeah.” She blinks, her eyes a little glassy. “I’ve been losing my mind about it with Eli for weeks now.” It's not often that she doesn't come to me either. Eli is just the person to help her with this, seeing how he struggled with his own sexuality for a long time.
“And did you get any answers?”
“I think?” she groans. “I’m not demisexual, because let’s be honest, most hot women rev my engine.”
“Winter,” I laugh, gasping.
“What, it’s true!” she sighs. “But... maybe I’m... bi? For the right guy.”
“I like that.” I nod. “And I approve.”
“You do? Because I’m terrified. I like a guy who loves to flirt. I have no idea if he’s serious or not. I don’t think I can handle getting my heart broken by the first guy I’ve ever liked. It would crush me, Laney.”
“Relax,” I say calmingly. “Justin is a good guy. And he cares about his friends a lot. And you’re one of them. Yes, he’s a bit of amanwhore. But I bet if I ask Logan if Justin’s done this with any other girl.” I point to the flowers. “He would say no.”
“You think?” she asks me hopefully.
“I do. But I also think that maybe you should talk to Justin. I know it’s scary. But you won’t know if what he feels is real or not unless you ask him.”
“Could you?” She looks up at me with her big, puppy-dog eyes and I know I won’t be able to say no. “Please? Help save me from making a fool of myself.”
“Fiiiiine,” I laugh. “Because I love you.”
“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” she cheers. “Okay, go.”
“What? Now?” I ask, eyes wide.
“I’ll meet you at the food court after I put these in my car. That gives you time to warn me if it’s a no-go.”
“Ugh, fine, go.”
