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ChapterTwenty-Eight
FELIX
Gemma still wouldn’t talk to me. It had been an entire week since we got back from the Poconos, and she wouldn’t answer any of my calls or texts. Everyone at the brewery hated me now because they all loved Gemma, and she quit. It didn’t take long for people to put two and two together.
I missed her. I missed her smile and the way she got excited when she thought about a marketing plan for the brewery. I missed her jumping up on the bed and begging me to go do something outdoorsy with her. I didn’t expect her to be sleeping in my bed all the time when we got home, but I missed waking up beside her. Missed cuddling with her and stroking her hair. My chest ached at the thought that I couldn’t be with her.
“Felix?” a voice called to me.
I snapped out of it and looked at my sister sitting on the couch beside me. “What’s up?”
She eyed me with concern and pointed to the sketchbook in my hand. I looked down and realized I was drawing Gemma again. I was drawing the shape of her lips, the way they curved up into that sweet smile, and how her hair got into her eyes and made her look so cute. I drew those ocean-colored hues of her eyes too, and how they bored into your soul, like she knew every part of you.
“You keep drawing her,” my sister said and shifted the ice pack on her broken leg.
I shut my sketchbook and tossed it on the other side of the couch. “Doesn’t matter. What movie do you want to watch?”
“Fe-fe!”
“What?”
“Have you talked to Gemma?”
I shook my head. “She doesn’t want to talk to me.”
“But you miss her.”
“Yeah, half pint, I do.”
“Then you have to do something!” she insisted and waved her hands around.
“Like what?”
Her eyes got wide with excitement. “Like a big grand gesture! Like in all the romcoms and romance books I read. The hero always messes up, but then he does the big thing, and the heroine forgives him, and they have their HEA.”
“Their what, now?”
“Happily Ever After! It’s how all romance books end.”
Romance books? Okay, I definitely needed to moderate her reading choices more closely.
“What type of romance books have you been reading?” I asked suspiciously.
“Nothing!” she squeaked.
Yeah, that nothing was a big something that she was hiding from me.
“Skye Anne.”
She rolled her eyes. “I’m not a child, Felix! I know what sex is. I’m fine reading it. It’s not something I want to do yet.”
I sighed and calmed myself down. I didn’t want to be the type of parent who shamed her for sex, even if I thought she was way too young to be reading books that depicted that. This was weird territory to be in.
“Okay, I’m just looking out for you. If…if that’s something you think you’re ready for, we can talk about it.”
She made a face. “Gross, I don’t want to talk about that with you. ANYWAY! You need to win Gemma back. Something to get her attention.”
“Like what?”
