Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 84670 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 423(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 282(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84670 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 423(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 282(@300wpm)
“I did not say that,” Simon said sharply, causing my gaze to jerk to his face. “Rome is a walking catastrophe. No one finds trouble like he does. He definitely needs someone to watch out for him, but I would worry less about protecting his money and more about the random shit that comes out of his mouth.”
Slumping in my chair, I groaned. “I overreacted.”
Simon held up one hand with his finger and thumb, spaced about an inch apart. “A smidge, but your heart was in the right place. You love him, and people lose their common sense when they’re in love.”
I opened my mouth to say, “Of course I love Rome. He’s my best friend,” but those words became lodged in my throat as I realized that the love I felt for Rome was a hundred times bigger than what I’d felt as best friends. It was a crushing, all-encompassing love that leaked into every part of my life. It was love that wasn’t content with having a few laughs and hanging out with him. This love wanted to spend every waking moment with him, to share every thought and worry with him. It wanted to wake to his smile in the morning and curl up next to him at night. Good and bad, happy and sad, plus all the other chaotic bits in between. I didn’t just love Rome; I was in love with him.
“Fuuuuucccckkkkk,” I moaned, and Simon chuckled.
“There it is,” he murmured. He propped his elbow on the table and rested his cheek on his palm as he grinned at me. “You would have worked your way around to it, eventually. Sometimes, the process is faster to talk it out with someone.”
“Definitely. But how do I fix this? He’s likely in a panic, thinking I’m going to disappear again.”
Simon lifted his coffee to his lips and sipped it. “You could literally call him this second and ask him out, and it would all be fine. I promise you.”
He was probably right, but Rome deserved something bigger. The guy was insane and liked surprises. The bigger and sillier the better. Shouldn’t they kick their relationship off in proper style? Yes, I was getting an idea, but I would need some help.
“Feeling better?” Simon inquired as he popped the last bit of his scone into his mouth.
“I am, actually. Thanks for your help.” I finally dug into his lemon bar, humming happily at the combination of tart and sweet on his tongue. I needed to find my way to this place.
“Not a problem. I like Rome. He’s been like an older brother to me since he was in college. Not nearly as overprotective as Sebastian, and a lot of fun. I want to see him happy.”
“What about you?”
Simon blinked. “Me?”
“Yeah, you and your stubborn fucking asshole,” I quoted, sending Simon into fresh peals of laughter. “Is there anything I can do? Even if it’s just listen.”
Simon cradled his coffee mug with both hands, seeming to be on the fence as he weighed my words.
“You know, sometimes it’s easier to talk to someone without a vested interest,” I poked, winning back his smirk.
“Yeah, well…maybe keep this to yourself for now. I don’t think the others realize.” He paused and shrugged. “It’s only a matter of time, but not yet.”
“I don’t follow,” I murmured. The trail of words he’d sprinkled in front of me led to a mental dead end. “But I won’t repeat what you tell me.”
Simon flashed me a weak smile. “That stubborn fucking asshole? It’s Pierce.”
“Pierce?” I repeated, and then my eyes almost fell out of my head as the name was placed in my brain. “Rome’s friend Pierce?”
He nodded. “I developed the worst crush on him as a teenager. Even attempted to flirt with him. He was nice about it and pretended not to notice. Was never inappropriate toward me, no matter how much I wished he would be.” He moved some crumbs around on his white plate, his voice barely more than a whisper as he spoke. “He was sure I’d outgrow my infatuation, and I honestly hoped I would. But when I was entering my senior year of college, he happened to be in town for my solo concert. We talked briefly, and all those feelings for him came rushing back.”
“Did you tell him? Try flirting again? Things could be different now that you’re an adult.”
Simon winced. “My flirting has all the delicacy and subtlety of a chainsaw. My common sense flies out the window with Pierce, and it only gets worse each time he acts distant. He won’t talk to me. Can’t even stand to be in the same room as me. It’s like I can’t control my mouth. Everything in my brain says I have to push him until he finally snaps.”
“Yeah, that might not be healthy.”