Page 83 of The Fake
“Don’t go,” I tease and hug her tight.
“I’ll be back tomorrow, and I’ll come straight over.” She tips her head up, her green eyes meeting mine. “I mean, if you want me to. I didn’t mean to invite myself over.”
I brush my lips against hers. “You can invite yourself over any time. Don’t think I’ll ever get sick of you.”
“Chloe, let’s go,” Emily calls, and I loosen my grip on my girl.
“Good luck. Kill ‘em.”
She grins. “I will.” She rushes to meet Emily and Sydney at the top of the stairs, and I watch her, feeling like a chump because I already miss her.
I sent Heath a couple texts to hear about his college trip, but he sent a meme of a little girl being dragged facedown around a carousel and told me he’d call tomorrow. Guess he’s tired.
I head to Gabby’s apartment later that night.
“Gabs?” I call, entering her place.
“I’m changing, give me one sec.”
I take a seat on her couch to wait. She comes into the living room, practically bouncing with each step.
“You look happy.”
“I am.” Plopping down next to me, she pulls her feet under her on the couch. “We haven’t hung out in forever. What do you want to do tonight?”
I lie my head back. “Movie?”
“You’re such an old man. What happened to the guy who used to close down the party on the dance floor with me?”
“He’s still in there. He’s just tired. Chloe and I were up half the night.”
Gabby’s eyebrows raise.
“Not like that, perv.”
She holds both hands up in front of her. “I don’t need to know.”
I grab a throw pillow and lightly hit her over the head with it. “We stayed up talking.”
“You really like her.” Gabby smooths her hair back from her face and smiles at me, showing all her straight white teeth.
I nod. “I really do.”
“Good.” She claps her hands. “I was going to ask her to be in the wedding so you can’t break up with her.”
It’s my turn to be shocked. “The wedding?”
“I’m getting married. Hello?” She flashes her ring.
“When? I figured you two would be engaged for a few years first, I guess.”
She shrugs. “Next summer. If it weren’t for the logistics of me finishing school and Zeke’s schedule, I’d do it even sooner. I love him, and I want to start our lives together.”
“I’m happy for you, Gabs.”
“Thank you.” She uncrosses her legs and reaches over to the coffee table. “Okay, now you have two options. One, help me pick out wedding stuff?” She holds up a bridal magazine.
“What’s my other option?”
