AllFreeNovel
Share Us
I didn’t have that answer yet.
All I knew was that every time I thought of the way this would end, the impending divorce in twelve months’ time, my heart ached.
It didn’t matter how shitty he acted, how difficult he could be, or how many times he deserved to be called a dick.
I wanted him.
I was deeply, endlessly attracted to him.
And I felt myself falling even more every time I was with him.
But could I change a man who didn’t want or believe in us?
So far, I hadn’t.
Now, as he wove through the city traffic on his way to Somerville, there was something I needed to discuss with him.
Something I was extremely nervous to do, but given that the timeline to our engagement was so short, this had to be done.
“Grayson ...” I took a breath and looked across the dark space toward the driver’s side, the headlights of the approaching car shining over the top of his face. “I want to put out a teaser on Instagram.”
When he glanced at me, the light across his eyes had faded, leaving me with a glare that I felt through my entire body. “What does that mean?”
It meant that, after I posted, everything would change.
My content would have a whole new feel—my followers would be rooting for us. I wouldn’t just be targeting my typical demographic; I would have an entirely new one. One that was only there to watch a love story unfold.
One that didn’t technically exist, at least according to him.
The moment the car idled, I lifted his hand off the gearshift and placed it on my thigh. “It means, I want to take a photo of you doing this”—I tapped the back of his hand—“and post it to my Instagram feed.”
“Jesus.”
I wasn’t entirely surprised by his response, but I was still taken aback by it.
“Isn’t that why we’re doing this? So the world sees you’re a changed man? Or however Laura would word it.”
“Yeah.”
“Then what’s the problem? You’ve now kissed me inside two of Boston’s most popular restaurants and everyone and their mother watched you do it. Suddenly, you’re all bothered that I’m going to post a photo of your hand?”
“I’m not bothered, Jovana. I just said Jesus. Calm down.”
Except he was bothered.
And he was deflecting.
Maybe he didn’t pay attention to me, but I listened, I watched, and I was learning him fast.
What I realized in that moment was that the weight of my post was really hitting him. It wasn’t that his hand was going to appear on my social media. It was that this was really happening, that he was going against everything he believed in.
That we were soon going to be social media official.
“Don’t worry.” I sighed. “I’m not going to tag you. I’m just taunting my viewers, building the suspense so when it’s time to reveal the identity of this mystery man, they’ll go nuts.”
And they would—both positively and negatively.
Everyone had something to say about everything nowadays. Some commented with the sweetest emojis. Some, like the keyboard warriors, would tear me apart, their words not only jarring but scarring.
