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“Why didn’t you tell me you wrote a book?”
“You never asked,” I reply. “Besides, I didn’t think we were sharing personal stuff with each other.” Which feels like a lie. No matter how fake this relationship is, I’m dying to know everything about her. I’ve been intrigued since the moment she entered that diner.
“Well, youaremy boyfriend,” she says before letting out a yawn.
“Okay, so what else do you want to know?” I ask. “My favorite food is waffles. I’m a Capricorn. I’ve never had a dog or any pet, really. And my best friend is my brother, Caleb.” Turning toward her, I add, “So what about you?”
Her lips twist as she goes into deep thought. I bite back a smile, watching the way her nose crinkles.
“My favorite food is Mary’s green chile enchiladas. I’m a Leo. Roscoe is my first pet and probably my best friend too, if I’m honest.”
The corner of my mouth lifts in a crooked smile. How is it possible that she’s even cuter when she’s drunk? Then the smile fades as I realize just how alone she is. The Laundromat owner downstairs and the three-legged stray dog are the only family she has. She lost her job at the club because of me.
“Do you like writing?” she asks, distracting me from the depressing realization. But honestly…the question makes me a little uncomfortable. As if it’s too personal.
“I do like writing.”
“Would you write another book?” She yawns again.
“Yes,” I reply without hesitation.
“Good.” Her eyes softly close and she stretches her legs out so I pull her feet into my lap, rubbing her cold toes with my hands. Then I slip off my shoes and prop my feet up on the ottoman.
I stare at her for a moment as she sleeps, and I try to remember how I felt about her when we first met. All the misconceptions and assumptions I made about her feel so flat and shallow compared to the person I’ve discovered she is.
Then as I stare at the tattoos traveling up her arms, I imagine what it would feel like to be Sage’sfor real. What would my life look like?
What if I posted pictures of us online and held her hand in public? Not as a fake girlfriend, either. I do that already, but how would I truly feel if it was real?
No matter how hard I try, it doesn’t fit. She doesn’t fit in my life.
But at this point, I don’t even fit in my own life.
Maybe if I wasn’t me and my world wasn’t defined by my father’s career, I could make her fit. If I truly had feelings for Sage, I could see myself kissing her in public. Holding her under my arm. Waking up next to her every day.
Our lives would be an eclectic mix of church, tattoo shops, sex clubs, and Sunday dinners. It would be so chaotic and strange…but it would be mine.
When she’s fully asleep, I pull out my phone and open up the camera. Propping it on the coffee table, I aim it at her sleeping face and hit record. Then, I ease myself off the seat and crawl over her, dipping my face down to press my lips against her cheek.
She smells so good, and I wish for a brief moment that I could just lie here with her and fall asleep with her in my arms. After brushing my thumb over her jaw, I sit up and hit the stop button on the phone.
With some quick trimming of the video and a couple soft filters, I post the five-second clip to my social media with the caption,Her gentleman.
It’s fake, I remind myself as I hit send. But even with it being fake, I suppress a sense of vulnerability from posting something so personal for the world to see. Even if that’s the point of this whole thing.
I’m dismantling every single expectation anyone ever had of me, one video at a time. The whole thing feels very liberating—and terrifying.
After the clip is posted, I set my phone on the coffee table and pull Sage’s feet back into my lap. With my legs propped up, I rest my head on the back of the sofa and fall asleep with ease.
Twenty-One
Sage
The first thing I register before I peel my eyes open is the familiar scent of rich cologne. The second thing I notice is that I’m not alone. Normally I have space on this deep-set couch, but today, I’m sandwiched between a hard body and the cushions.
As I open my eyes, I see his familiar dark beard and tan skin. Then I realize that I’m almost naked, in nothing but my bra and panties.
Although I vaguely remember Adam sitting at my feet, he must have moved in the night. He is now holding me tight in his arms as he sleeps, and the events of last night come flooding back to my mind.
