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Thankfully, as we stepped inside, the heating was on and warmed us up in no time.
The place was packed. Not only was there a signing that had thousands of women waiting excitedly to meet their favourite authors, but also a Comic-Con going on in the same building. You couldn’t move without bumping into someone else. It was great. I didn’t even care I was still a little chilled from waiting in the line outside, or that my legs were already beginning to feel the burn of standing for so long. It would all be worth it when I left at the end of the day with all my pretties signed.
Already I had made some new friends and promised to add them on Facebook once I got signal. There was nothing I loved more than raving about my favourite book to someone else who loved it also. I could rattle on for hours about the latest book I just read, or one of my all-time favourites.
The feeling was bliss.
Willow, even though she was my best friend, was into shoes like I was into books. Half of them she didn’t even wear, but my books… I read each and every one of them. The only thing we have in common when it comes to the two is that we both zone out when the other is talking about it. It’s not like I don’t care about her interests; I do, but I don’t care about what new shoe is out or how her sparkly ones light up. I love my boots, Converse, and sometimes dolly shoes. Anything with a heel is a no go for me.
I still love her though, and one day, I know I’ll be able to win her over and not only get her to start reading but enjoy it too. It’s only of a matter of time.
“I’m still getting stared at,” CJ grumbles from beside me, leaning in closer.
Since arriving, every woman, young or old, has stared at my boyfriend openly. At first, it was a little annoying; I mean, he’s here with his girlfriend. Thankfully, none have come over and flirted with him. I wouldn’t know what to do if that happened. I don’t know if I’d get jealous or not. I guess it depends on who the person is and if it’s teasing or actually trying to get his attention. I’ve never been in a situation like it, so I have no clue. I’m not like most girls who would attack. I’d probably stand there and act like a fool. Would I say something? Ignore it? I don’t know.
He’d smiled at first, loving the attention, but then things became a little awkward when a group of girls slyly took photos, giggling to each other. I have to admit, seeing him taken aback was worth it. He’s usually all for it. I was surprised he didn’t start posing. He only has to see someone at Whithall taking a photo or selfie and he’s in it, grinning wide.
He pushes my trolley forward in the line, glancing around the room warily. We’re in a small lobby that leads to the main room, and its filled with women with suitcases, trolleys, crates like mine, and other fun things to cart their goods around.
He looks comical standing next to mine with his tall frame and bulging muscles. He seems so out of his comfort zone it’s hilarious.
I may or may not have gone a tad overboard on books, so he’s lucky I didn’t buy two crates. I didn’t realise I had so many until I unpacked them and stacked them in the trolley, making sure they were in order to grab for the first authors I see.
“They’re probably imagining you as their latest book boyfriend.”
We move up further, getting closer to the registration desk to grab our wristbands. “Book boyfriend?”
I glance at him, smiling as another woman slyly takes a photo of him. “Yeah. It’s what us bookworms call our favourite male characters.”
He seems to think that over, deep in thought for a moment. “Doyouhave one?” I blush, ducking my head a little. He chuckles, titling my head up to meet his gaze. He kisses me softly, and a loud sigh come from behind us. “Do you?”
I drop my head to his shoulder before glancing back up at him. “I do. I have loads. It’s hard to choose when th8ey’re just that perfect,” I tell him adamantly. My focus wavers a little, thinking of my latest… Chase. God, who knew mafia men who shoot people for fun could be so hot.
An irritated expression flashes through his eyes. “I’mfucking perfect.”
Chuckles come from the lady standing in front of us. “You sure are.”
He grins at her, his chest puffing out. “Thanks.”
I roll my eyes, tapping on his shoulder to get his attention. The guy loves being flattered. He gets withdrawal if he doesn’t hear how good-looking he is after so long. “They’re from books. And in the unlikely event that I do ever meet a replica of a book boyfriend, I’d still love you more.”
His eyebrows narrow down, like he doesn’t like my answer. “But you’d still love them?”
I giggle at the wounded expression on his face. “They aren’t real!”
A lady behind gasps. “Don’t kill my dream!”
I wince, glancing behind me. “Sorry,” I tell her, before turning back to CJ. “Stop being a pain in the arse and move forward. We’re next.”
He kisses me again before pushing the trolley forward. CJ orders our wristbands, while I chat the ear off one of the volunteers, explaining how excited I am. She chuckles, giving me a name badge and a free tote bag.
“Thank you so much,” I tell her, taking it from her. This is so cool. It has the signing logo on it and everything.
“Jesus, come on, you nerd.” CJ chuckles, taking my hand. He goes to lead me to the right of the room, but I gasp, stopping him.
“No, we have to start over there. I want to make sure I see my favourite authors before I see anyone else.”
“How do you know where they are?” he asks, dodging a woman pulling a pushchair piled high with books. He glances down at it with wide eyes. “Where’s the baby?”
