Please. This is Tobias.
Every move he makes has been well-thought out. He might be the kind of person to wait until the last minute to make a choice, but that’s because he’s considered all the angles.
But me?
I clearly do not take that approach.
It’s fine. It’s totally fine.
“Are you okay today?” Quinn asks as we walk down Lovers’s main street to Grandma Betty’s house. There are cute boutiques in the middle of town that we both like to frequent when we’re here, and today seemed like a good day to do it. Especially since she invited me while Tobias was still in the shower, and I was ready to do anything that wasn’t facing him.
I mean, hell, what if he read that scene? Does he like it? Does he think I’m crazy? He’s done nothing but compliment my writing style since we started this book, and maybe this is where he cuts me off and tells me that I’m average.
Shit, would that mean I’m average in bed?
“Natalie, hey.” Quinn snaps her fingers in front of my face and waves her other hand, which is holding her coffee, high to grab my attention.
“Hi, yes, I’m fine.”
“Are you sure?” She pauses on the sidewalk, smiling at an older couple walking past us. “You seem distracted.”
Sooooo distracted.
“I’m sorry. I’ve been thinking about this book so much, I’m struggling to multitask.”
“That’s right.” She beams. “You and Tobias are writing a book together. How’s it going? It’s bad if you’re so stressed.”
“No, it’s good. He’s a great writer, and we seem to have this effortless flow together, but I want it to be good. I’ve always wanted to write, and I really hope it’s helping him too.”
“I know. I want him to be out of this funk.”
“Me too. He’s such a brilliant writer. It might be crazy to think I could write a book with him and bam! problem solved.”
We start walking again, and I have to hold my hand up to block the sun since I forgot my sunglasses.
“Honestly, I think having you back in his life has helped on its own.”
“What do you mean?” I’ve always been in his life, so her comment doesn’t make sense to me.
“I mean, you’re not dating anyone or engaged anymore, so he doesn’t have to share you with anyone. You’re his safe place. The one he goes to when life is crazy. You’re his air in a sense, so writing a book together is perfect.”
“I’m his air?” I ask with a laugh. “Have you been reading his books?”
She laughs and nudges me. “I’m serious, Natalie. He’s different when you’re around. He’s happier.”
“I like being around him too. Hence, why we’re so close.”
Last night comes back to me. The things I said to him were not best-friend-approved terminology.
I should rewrite the scene.
But it was so good.
“If this book thing works out, do you think you’ll write more?”
“I haven't really thought about it.”
“Well, what was your plan for after you got married?”
