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Luna shakes her head. “If that’s it, he’s an idiot.”

I give her a sad smile.

She laughs softly. “Yeah, it is possible that Nathan is an idiot.”

I swallow. It’s difficult with how tight my throat feels. “And Crew doesn’t want this.”

She squeezes my hand. "I never thought I would see my brother actually consider anyone else's feelings but his own. His default is to think about how everything affects him first. But he loves you. And he knows that Michael and Nathan are good for him too. He’d much rather be with you than without.”

“But do I want him that way?” I ask. “I thought maybe this would push them to want the same things but now I realize that I don’t want to push them. They need to want it. Not because Michael does. Becausetheydo.”

“You all have some stuff to figure out,” she agrees, almost apologetically. “Relationships are hard. And you’ve got three. Four really. It’s you and each guy, and then all of you together.”

Yeah. What the hell am I doing?

"Do you think Crew wants to get married? Someday? Maybe?" My voice breaks slightly. “To me?”

She squeezes my hand. "I mean, are you sureyouwant to marryhim?"

I know she’s trying to lighten the mood, but I give her a little smile. "I love your brother with everything I have."

That sobers her quickly. "I know you do. He's fucking lucky as hell that that's true. And, fortunately, he knows that."

Yeah, I hope he feels that way after being pushed into this corner.

“I'm just going to hang out here tonight. Maybe tomorrow. I don't know. I think we all just need to think things over."

Luna slumps back against the arm of the couch. “Man, you make me glad I stayed in with cookies tonight. Men are a lot of work.”

She’s not kidding. But I don’t want my situation to turn her off of trying to find love.

“Luna—”

She holds up a hand. “Nope. We’re not talking about my love life, my lack of, how I can’t believe there’s actually a hockey player that I like talking to and not just ogling from the stands, none of that.”

I lift my brows, but I can tell she means that she does not want to talk about Alexsei tonight.

“You know you're welcome here as long as you want to stay,” she adds. “Hell, this is perfect. We can share our period snacks and hot pad like we used to do."

I frown at her. "What?"

She reaches down between our throw blankets and pulls out the heating pad she has plugged in. She lays it over her tummy. "I started yesterday, so my cramps are especially bad today. Are you not cramping yet? We were always so synced up. You haven't lived apart from me long enough to be off, are you?"

I think about that. We always were within a day of each other. It actually was kind of freaky. But now that I think about it…

My heart starts pounding as I start counting from the last time I had my period. Nathan went to the store for me for tampons. I would have given a thousand dollars to actually witness that. He’d also come home with twenty boxes of every type and size of tampon known to man.

Finally, I look at my best friend. "Luna?"

"Yeah?" She hands the plate of cookies toward me.

"I…haven’t started."

Her eyes widen. “You’re late?”

I nod. “Yes. But just a few days.”

“But you could be–”

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