Page 70 of Exactly What I Needed
“No. No. I’ll forget them and give you my unbiased opinion,” he quickly stated. “Besides, I doubt either of their girlfriends would appreciate you showing them these pictures.”
I took a deep breath. “True, and you better,” I said through gritted teeth and then opened up my email. “So, the idea is to make a poster for him, but like not the usual kind of poster…”
“You’re going to make him a slutty music poster?” he nearly yelled in excitement, and I slapped a hand over his mouth.
“Shhh. Asher might hear you, but yes. That’s essentially the idea.”
He silently fist-pumped in the air. “Okay, show me the choices.”
I didn’t let him look at them long enough to linger but showed him all the ones she’d sent with me either with the microphone or the guitar.
“Go to that first one again,” he said once I finished scrolling through them. I flipped back, and he tipped his head back and forth. “I think I like that one the best.”
“That’s what I was leaning toward, too.” I stared at the picture. It was my favorite, but something just wasn’t sitting right. And I think Kieron sensed it too.
“If that’s your favorite, then use that one,” he said, quietly.
“There is one more…” I hesitantly exited this roll of photos and went to the one single picture that I hadn’t had Izzy take to use for the poster, but I was absolutely, undeniably in love with.
“What is it?” he asked, and I clicked on the picture. Me leaning back against the piano. An instrument that wasn’t really involved in Asher’s genre of music the way it was mine.
Kieron’s eyes widened, and his mouth fell open. “You have to use that one.” He swallowed stiffly.
I clicked out of the photo. “But it’s a piano. He plays a little bit—”
“So? Something about that photo just feels different. More like you. You could put just you and the piano against a black background and have your name with his beneath it. Below that, the date you two met and the time or something. Like a poster announcing the concert. Man, I would marry a girl if she did something like that for me,” he muttered, and I shook my head.
“Slow down there, Kieron.” I began typing an email in response to Izzy, telling her my choice. “But that is a very good idea. I really like that.” Except I wouldn’t use his name and mine. I would have it say “Cosette ‘Princess’ Duvaldi”.
Yes, Duvaldi. Because he knew, and this was for him.
There was a small part of me that also knew it wasn’t just for him. It was just as much for me. It was for both of us.
“I get to see the finished product since I helped with this part, right?” Kieron asked after I finished sending the email and put my phone back in my purse.
“That will be up to Asher.” I turned the handle, opening the door.
Asher was standing directly in front of it, his arms crossed, with a scowl plastered on his face.
“I’ve been waiting all fucking day for you to get here, and you talk to him first?” Asher growled, pointing at Kieron.
Kieron grinned and slipped by me, heading back to the couch.
“It was for you, okay?” I patted his chest and stepped to the side. Sliding past him, I hung my purse on the coat rack and turned around to run smack into Asher. Again.
“Not even a hello?” He pouted, glaring at me. I giggled and tipped forward, quickly pecking his lips.
“Hello,” I whispered, and a smile twitched at the edges of his mouth.
“That’s only a little better.” He threw his hands around my waist, pulling me toward him. I grinned and wrapped my arms around his torso.
“I have an idea,” I quietly said.
He lifted a single brow, curiously. “What’s that?”
“A game to play, later.”
“What game?”
