He's too stunned to process this. That's all. I admit it is out of character for me. Usually, I think about grand gestures, but I wait for them to happen to me. This is the first time I've tried to make it happen myself.
And I totally pulled it off.
I haul my stuff up the stairs, looking at the flight as if it might be Mount Everest. With all these pro-athletes here, or who I at least assume to be athletes due to the high percentage of joggers and T-shirts, you'd think someone would offer to help me carry my bags up.
I guess chivalry is dead.
Or at least sleeping.
Or possibly drunk.
Once in the room, I pretty much collapse on the bed. This is not what I had in mind in terms of falling into Trent's bed the moment I walked through the door. Of course, now I'm so gross and smelly that I don't want him near any of my lady bits and all my anticipatory horniness has worn off like a cheap perfume.
There's no way I can be all sexy without a shower, and there's no way in hell I'm showering in a house full of people.
I guess the maid costume will have to wait for tomorrow night.
Not to mention that people keep passing through the bedroom like it's the terminal at Logan on their way to the roof deck. And Trent still hasn't come to find me yet. I bet he's working on getting rid of everyone so we can spend some time alone.
That sounds like a good plan.
While I wait for the place to clear out, I'm going to upload my video to ClikClak. Of course, I've got to set it to Ellie Goulding. It's like the song was meant for us.
It's so good. I don't need to edit it at all. The guy from the street captured it perfectly. I walk in, navigating the crowd, and then there Trent is, too stunned to speak as the music climaxes. Like it's too good to be true, and he can't believe his eyes. This is what true love and happiness look like, I add in my hashtags, #liainlove, #romanticsurprise, and of course #xoxo, and then I post it.
Now, all I have to do is wait for people to see it. That, and for Trent to come upstairs to me.
Chapter 5: Ophelia
It takes me a minute to realize where I am. Still on Trent's bed.
Alone.
I glance over toward the bathroom, where light seeps out of the partially open door. Yup, Trent's still passed out on the floor.
After I realized he wasn't coming to greet me properly, I went back downstairs to find him pounding Jägermeister shots, just like he did in college.
And a few minutes later, he started puking, just like he did in college.
I wanted to text Marley, but I know her response would be about him refusing to grow up. I make sure Trent's breathing, which he is, and then pull out my phone.
Whoa.
This … this can't be right. Over 150 ClikClak notifications.
Who the hell is notifying me?
I've never had this many notifications. My heart rate speeds up. It's finally happening.
I click on my landing page. What? My video of walking in has over four thousand views. In … I check the time … four hours. My most viewed video only has three thousand views, and it took a week, not to mention a super funny shot of Sunny falling off my desk, to get there.
People love stupid cat videos.
4,500 views.
Holy crap. I'm going viral.
Yes.
