Page 95 of Sing For Me

“Stop talking to my friends about my love life!”

“Ooh,” she squeals. “Are you saying you love him?”

“I’m not likingyouvery much at the moment.”

Her laughter fills my ear. “Come on, you can tell me. You totally want to have his babies, don’t you?”

Without my consent, an image of a little boy with Will’s dark hair flits through my mind.

“No,” I say quickly. “That’s ridiculous.”

My sister is still laughing. “You can’t lie to me, you know.”

“Shut up,” I mumble.

“In Style had a little piece about you guys. You were holding hands on the way into his tattoo shop.”

“You’re not supposed to be reading tabloids, Kat.”

She ignores me. “You could totally tell from the way he was looking at you that he’s into you.”

“You could not,” I say, feeling my cheeks get warm, but I can’t stop myself from asking, “how was he looking at me?”

“Like he wanted to eat you right up.”

“Shut up. He didn’t.” There’s a pause while my heart pounds. “Did he?”

My little sister snorts with laughter. “Oh, Eva. You have it bad.”

I throw an arm over my hot face and decide to come clean. “I really do.”

“Have you talked to him about it?”

“Um, not for a while.” I didn’t tell anyone about what happened at my house that night after he went to therapy with me and I certainly have no intention of sharing my R-rated hot tub activities with my sister. “We kind of, um, made out? About a week ago?”

“Are you asking me or telling me?”

“I’m telling you. God, you’re annoying.”

I can just see the teasing glint in her eye. “Okay, so you made out a week ago. And then what happened?”

“We had breakfast and got swarmed by paparazzi.”

“Oh. Yeah.”

“Yeah,” I agree. “Everything has been kind of up in the air since then. I think he’s worried that I’m too overwhelmed so he isn’t talking about it.”

“And you’re not talking about it because you’re a big fat chicken?”

I let out a sigh. “Pretty much.”

“Eva,” my sister snaps in her sternest voice—which isn’t very stern at all. The girl is chronically sweet. “You are braver than you give yourself credit for! Just talk to him.”

“What if he doesn’t like me like that anymore?”

“He brought you to his family’s vacation home,” she says, like I’m the stupidest girl alive. “He likes you.”

“What if I get all tongue tied? You know how awkward I am.”