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Turning to face me, the look on Taylor’s face makes me pause. She looks like Taylor, my friend, and I can’t stop myself from faking a cough to distract from getting emotional.
“Fia, what’s actually going on?”
When I met Taylor, I didn’t really do relationships. I was too interested in having fun.
“What do you mean?”
“I thought you didn’t do boyfriends?”
Picking at my clothes, I notice parts of me becoming defensive, but I can’t pinpoint why.
Maybe because she really knows me, yet I’m still scared to tell her everything, or maybe it’s because I’ve come to terms with this whole boyfriend thing. Apprehension furrows in places I know it shouldn’t; in ways it would if this was real—if he was my real boyfriend.
With impeccable timing, my phone vibrates on the bed beside my spread-out clothes.
JETT
I’m outside.
ME
For what?
JETT
No questions, Sofia Baby. Just come outside.
Nerves trickle into my bloodstream, memories of only a few hours ago feeling like a beautiful escape from my reality. Every time I think I need time away from him, his presence becomes unwaveringly hard for me to deny.
Slipping out of my day-old sweats, I pull on the cozy green workout set that he just gifted me. The buttery material mimics the soft feeling of his skin on mine.
In a quick minute, I gather my belongings, fluff my hair, and grab my brown shoulder bag from my suitcase.
With a quirk of her eyebrow, Taylor gives me a questioning look. “Are you going somewhere?”
Confusion lingers between us. She knows there’s more to the story, yet neither of us can decide when to rip off the Band-Aid.
Choosing to ignore the elephant in the room, I stand a little taller. When I reach the door, I look over my shoulder, the defeat of our once unbreakable friendship weighing heavy on her.
“Out with my boyfriend.”
CHAPTER 27
JETT
“How’d you know which car was mine?” I ask the moment her ass hits the seat.
A waft of her familiar scent fills the cabin, the peanut butter color of the interior pairing beautifully with the warmth of her essence.
“Just looked for the most tool-looking car in the lineup.”
“Careful with the flattery. It’s my love language, Sofia baby.”
Her eyes cut quickly to mine, and the cat-like squint causes the opposite effect of what I’m sure she intends.
“I told you, enough with the nickname.”
“And I told you to get over it.”
