Page 83 of That Last Secret
“He was.”
“So he just skipped sleep to bring you to class?”
I shake my head.
“You’re killing me with these vague answers,” Brooke groans.
I stop walking, turning to face her. I couldn’t even hide my smile if I tried.
“Oh my god.” Her hand covers her face. “What is happening?”
“Logan showed up last night—” I stop myself because I realize I’m about to spill my secret to her. I don’t want her to know, but this isn’t the time and place to do it. “And we just talked.”
“You just talked?”
Nodding, I continue, “Then we had dinner together. It was nothing. Except, I went to sleep and woke up to him still in my apartment. Brooke, he stayed the night. He wanted to make sure I got to my exam on time.”
Brooke stands there, mouth agape. Shock is written all over her features.
Then she breaks out into a happy dance right there on the sidewalk.
“Yes. Yes.Yes. I knew it. I knew Logan liked you and cared about you. This is so amazing, Em. Eek!”
“Whoa, whoa, don’t get ahead of yourself. We agreed to a friendship.”
“Friendship, my ass,” she scoffs.
“I’m serious. We’re going to just see where it goes for now, but I won’t lie to you. I really like him, and I’m enjoying seeing where this goes.”
“Do your brothers know?”
I shake my head rapidly. “And they won’t for a while. At least until we’re ready. I can’t have them bursting this little bubble of happiness.”
Brooke wraps her arms around me, holding me tightly. “You’re happy.” She says it as a statement. “No one deserves this more than you,” she whispers.
My heart fills with hope and fear at the same time.
Because I am the happiest I’ve ever been.
But what if this all crashes and burns?
January
Why amI so nervous all of a sudden?
Emiline and I have fallen into a routine where we swap places for movie nights and dinner between her place and mine. Obviously I do most of the cooking.
We’ve grown comfortable together.
I’d be lying if I said it’s been impossible not to have my hands all over her.
But I’m trying because I want to be there for her. I want to be the friend that she needs. I want to be a small source of comfort in her life when she needs someone.
It shouldn’t be this complicated, but Emiline still makes me nervous even after the last few weeks spending time together. I don’t want to fuck this up.
The knock on my door only intensifies my nerves. I make my way there, taking a deep breath before opening it. I find Emiline standing with a smile on her face and a bag in her hand. She looks casual and relaxed, wearing a pair of leggings and an oversized T-shirt.
Something about the way she feels comfortable enough around me to not get dressed up makes me feel relaxed.