“Look at him.He’s taller than me.He looks like a movie star.He’s got a career as a director.You’ve known him way longer than you’ve known me.And he’s in love with you.Why would you want me when you could have him?”
“Geez, Craig.Cub might have thought he was hot, but he’s not my type.And he’s bossy, which is fine on the set, but I don’t want someone telling me what to do when I’m not working.And he’s a real killjoy—he’s always serious.And since when is being tall a selling point?I don’t want to feel like the guy’s kid walking next to him.”
I could see his point.I didn’t want to go out with Jack either.But...
“I guess I don’t understand why you want me,” I said.
“Are you kidding?You’re exactly my type.Your body is perfect.You’re a greyhound.”
“I’m nothing special.Even when I was dancing, I never looked like Jack.”
“Your body drives me crazy,” he said, running his hands over me.“And you’re an amazing dancer, and you give the best blow jobs I’ve ever had.You’ve got the kind of stage presence I’d kill for, and you don’t realize how hot you are, and that makes you even hotter.And you know what else?”
“What?”
“You’ve never been with a guy before, so everything you do with me is your first time.Jack could never give me that.”
“Oh.”
“And also,” he said, “I fell in love with you before Jack asked me out.I just hadn’t told you yet, and I wasn’t gonna tell him before I told you.”
I hugged him.I didn’t care who saw us.He felt perfect in my arms.And then I knew: I wanted to marry him.
“Eddie?”
“Yeah?”
And I chickened out, because how the hell do you propose outside a coffee shop with no preparation?And what if he laughed at me?So I just said, “I love you.”
He squeezed me once, then pushed me away gently.“Let’s go home, make each other come, and go to sleep.”
That was the best idea I’d heard all day.
Chapter Seventeen: The Naked Truth
Iwas busy planningthe proposal for the next while.It had to be special, and I wanted to surprise him.The first thing I had to do was to get him a ring.I decided to make one.I talked to Ben—not about who I was making it for or why—about how to do it, since Ben was good with his hands, and he’d mentioned taking a class at someone’s house in the Annex.He gave me her number, and she set things up so I could go to her place over my lunch hours for the next couple weeks.That way, Eddie wouldn’t find out.
