Page 149 of Lovestruck at Sundown
That dream I had of Caleb was still clear and vibrant inside my head, like an embedded memory that refused to fade away with time. And I would never be caught admitting this to anyone, but deep in my heart, I knew it was him.
My phone vibrated inside my pocket when I reached my front door. When I pulled it out, there was a text notification from William on my screen.
W.S.:I’m two seconds away from grabbing a plane to see you. Not fucking kidding, Guille. It’s 4 am. I’m exhausted from a full day of filming, so I’m not thinking straight. Tell me it’s a terrible idea. Tell me I can’t be that irresponsible. Tell me
I can’t delay production to satisfy a personal need.
I replied immediately after stepping inside my apartment.
Me:What if I go? To Prague. Tomorrow.
W.S.:Don’t say that if you don’t mean it.
Me:I mean it. I’ll see if I can take four days off work and return on Sunday. I’ll text Becca right now. She’s a night owl.
The minutes ticked by, and William wasn’t responding. Maybe he was delirious from exhaustion and had fallen asleep.
W.S.:Check your email.
Me:William.
W.S.:Do it.
I switched to my email app, and there was a booking confirmation from the airline for two first-class tickets to Prague, scheduled to leave tomorrow morning and return next Sunday. One for me. One for Aaron.
Jesus Christ.
Me:William Sjöberg, you spent 14,000 dollars on
theseflights!
W.S.:Cheaper than flying private. And faster to book.
Me:I haven’t talked to Becca yet.
W.S.:Then I suggest you get to it right away.
Shaking excitedly, I texted Becca to ask permission to take a few days off, praying to any god who would listen so she wouldn’t deny my request. Then, I sent a second text to Aaron to let him know he should start packing his bags.
But the photos of William kissing his co-star flashed in the forefront of my brain. He had given me all the reassurance I needed, yet I needed to learn how to communicate without keeping things inside that were making me uneasy. I knew that addressing my discomfort would make me feel better and make the flight to Prague more peaceful.
Me:While we wait for Becca to reply, I wanted to tell
you something.
W.S.:You are coming whether Becca replies or not,
just saying. But shoot.
I rolled my eyes at the screen, but William was right. Who were we kidding? At this point, I’d be willing to give up my job to spend a few days with him. I would then crawl back to the office and beg for forgiveness. But that wouldn’t be necessary. I was confident Becca would say yes. I hadn’t taken a day off in months.
Me:I saw something today that I shouldn’t have, and
it made me sad and jealous.
W.S.:Bad girl. What did you see?
Me:Photos of you and Evelyn kissing on set. It was romantic as hell. *sad emoji* And I didn’t know she was aredhead.
