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“Then, I don’t understand. Why don’t you want us together?”
“It’s because I need you, Dillon. And I know if you got involved with him, he’ll do something that will get you hurt. Once that happens, you’ll realize you’re too good for people like us, and then… you won’t want to be friends with me anymore,” he admitted as his tears continued to flow.
“I know it’s selfish, but I couldn’t stand to be alone again, Dillon,” Hil added, his voice cracking. “And you’re all I have. I don’t want to lose you.”
I reached out and squeezed his hand. “Hil, nothing will ever break up our friendship. And you’ll never be alone again. Not only do you have Cali but I’m not going anywhere. I promise.”
Hil smiled through his tears, nodding. “I’m so lucky to have you both. But please, promise me you won’t get involved with Remy. I’ll do anything. If you need more money, I can get the scholarship committee to increase your stipend. If it’s about researching what you are, I’ll be returning to Cali’s in a few days. I’ll start asking around as soon as I do.”
I shook my head. “It’s neither of those things, Hil. I want to start earning my own money. And I want to take Remy’s job offer with your blessing.”
Hil hesitated for a moment, then finally gave in. “Alright, Dillon. You have my blessing. But promise me one thing – don’t fall for my brother’s charms.”
I smiled. “I promise.”
“Thank you,” he said leaning in and hugging me.
Holding him, I looked around at the place we had once pretended to be adults and wondered if I had made a promise I could keep.
A week after accepting Remy’s job offer, I walked into his stylish Brooklyn brownstone for my first day. I didn’t know what to expect but when Remy stepped out of his office to greet me, my thin suit pants couldn’t hide my excitement.
Remy’s 6’2″ muscular frame filled out a crisp white shirt like it had been painted onto him. And with his sleeves rolled up, his forearm tattoos were on full display. I could barely speak, feeling a wave of desire wash over me. It was like I was 14 again, uncontrollable boners and all.
“Dillon, I’m so excited to finally have you…”
“… here?” I stuttered.
“Where ever you’d like,” he replied with a smile and enough suggestion to drop me to my knees. “Now, the first item on our agenda, come with me,” he said quickly changing to a serious tone.
“Where are we going?” I asked, my voice sounding weak as I barely had time to set down my belongings.
“We’re doing a walking meeting. That sounds professional, right? Yes, we’re doing a professional walking meeting,” he said, leading me back outside.
“Will I need to take notes?” I replied reaching for my phone and some semblance of professionalism.
As I pulled it out and navigated to my notes app, he looked at my ancient device and sighed.
“Nope. That will not do. The first thing on your agenda, get yourself a new phone. We’ll call it a company phone, but it’s yours. Get whichever one you’d like,” he said assertively.
“Okay,” I replied, surprised by his generosity.
“The next thing on our agenda, there’s a Japanese crepe shop nearby that I’ve been dying for you to try,” Remy declared.
“For me to try?” I asked, trying to keep my composure despite barely being able to see straight.
“Yeah. I had it in Japan, then again in Taipei. When I discovered a shop just down the street, I thought, ‘you know who would love this? Dillon. Dillon would definitely love this.’ Now here you are.”
“You were sure that I would love it?” I asked, overwhelmed by his crackling charm.
“And here you are,” he repeated.
“And here I am,” I confirmed, trying to concentrate on anything but the way Remy’s shirt clung to his muscles.
Approaching the shop, I noticed a huge line snaking outside the door. Remy smirked, pulling out his phone.
“They have an app?” I observed, raising an eyebrow.
“They didn’t,” Remy confessed. “But then I tried one of their crepes, purchased the company, and then built them an app.”
