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She shrugs. “Why does it matter if I like him? He’s just pretend.”
I feel myself frown a little.
“You’re still in love with BJ, right?”
“Right.”
She shrugs again. “So it’s all for nought. Who cares if I like him or not?”
“I do.” I frown. “He’s my friend, he’s important to me, I’m spending almost all my time with him. You’re smarter than me. I like to know what you think. I ask you to read the ingredients on the packet of my bliss balls because I care about what I put inside of my body.”
She blinks. “You’re putting a gang lord inside of you.”
I give her a look and she rolls her eyes as a wordless apology. She stares at me for a few seconds.
“You know this is called ‘transference’, right?” Bridget tells me. “You’re seeking my approval because we’ve never had parental approval.”
“Mum approves of some things. She likes my shoes or whenever I wear a plunging neckline.”
Bridge nods. “She is a big supporter of your décolletage.”
“She likes BJ,” I remind her.
“Yes.” My sister gives me a steep look. “If not all too much.”
“Marsaili wouldn’t like Julian, I don’t think—” I shake my head.
Bridget waves her head. “Well, she doesn’t like BJ either.” She looks at me and then sighs, fixing her ponytail. “I do like him,” she tells me, her expression softening. “He’s very charming.”
I pull back, all the sudden feeling tall and pleased. “Isn’t he?”
I feel a bit proud of him, I’m not sure why.
We sit back down at the table and they’re talking about the NBA.
Julian puts his arm back around me without even thinking and Gus’ eyes pinch again.
“You good?” Julian asks, glancing at me. I nod. His phone rings. He pulls it out of his pocket, looks down at it with a frown and holds it against his chest.
“Be right back—” He kisses my cheek.
We all watch him leave because he’s hard not to stare at.
Balenciaga’s Chinese Year of the Tiger oversized T-shirt overtop a white Rag & Bone long sleeve tee with the black Vetements tapered logo-print cotton-blend jersey sweatpants and a pair of the Mercurius lace-up boots from Moncler.
Gus waits til Julian’s out of earshot and then looks back at me, frowning. “What the fuck are you doing?”
I frown back. “What do you mean?”
He shakes his head, annoyed. “You’re doing it again.”
I roll my eyes. “What are you talking about?”
“That man,” Gus points in Julian’s direction, “is head-over-heels in love with you.”
I blink at him a few times. “Are you crazy?”
Gus shakes his head at me. “He can’t keep his hands off you.”
