Page 43 of All Stars Fall
Fact. I’d let it happen.
Fact. I’d known it would happen.
Fact. I hadn’t pulled away.
Fact. I’d liked it.
I’d called Fallon the next morning freaking out and she still had the same sage advice as before, adventure, let it happen, agh!
“Wow, I don’t think I’ve ever been on a date with a girl who stared so hard at a burger.” Drew shoved a fry into his mouth and then took a sip of his beer.
Mine was untouched.
Because I was still thinking about the kiss.
The kiss that shouldn’t have happened.
The words before the kiss about wanting to share his life with someone who got it.
And the little crack in my heart that seemed to open even more as I realized I wanted exactly the same thing. I’d never been the sort of girl who wanted anything huge.
A family.
A real family.
Was that so much to ask for?
According to Trevor, no. And that was the thing, he was famous, but still so normal in the desires of his heart. It made him so maddeningly attractive that I couldn’t even hold a conversation during my date with Drew.
It didn’t help that things had gone back to normal with Trevor, I had dinner waiting for him the last three nights, he greeted me with a huge smile when I showed up at one, usually with some sort of food substance on his person, and on and on we went, in perfect sync, around one another, laughing about the kids.
But not acting on anything.
We were never alone.
Maybe that was a good thing.
Yeah, my stomach dropped and then filled with erratic butterflies, all hell bent on escaping, at once.
A very good thing.
“Sorry.” I picked up a fry and shoved it in my mouth. “I just have a lot on my mind.”
“Right, because making coffee is basically the same thing as solving world hunger. Not that I’m hating on your job, we all need coffee. You’re basically a saint to us sinners, but tell me one thing.” He sat forward. The guy had such lethal eyes, so piercing and deep that no sane person could look away. “What sort of answers do you think you’re going to find on an empty stomach?”
“Ah, so basically if I eat my food, I’ll be all powerful?”
“Well.” His smirk widened as he leaned in and whispered. “They are fries.”
I narrowed my eyes. “Be honest, are you here because you want to be here, because you’re bored, or because you want to piss off Trevor by feeding his employee?”
His expression fell a bit and then he leaned back and crossed his arms. He had bracelets on both wrists, the colorful rope kind that his bandmates seemed to collect since most of them were covered in them. His black V-neck went down so low I could see half his chest tattoo. His fingernails were painted black, and I was almost positive he had eyeliner on, unless that was real, andhe really did have such intense eyes. If it was, not fair, not fair to any of us.
Drew had always been the bad boy of the group.
The one that every girl said they loved but never chose to marry when it came to playing the whole kiss, date, marry game.
No, the marry one had always been Trevor.
