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Katherine melts just like I do.
“You’re fine, really,” she gushes. “Can’t wait for the new album. Hope it’s soon.” I think Niles nods, but this is all so surreal, I’m not really sure.
“I’ll, um, leave you two alone. Great to meet you. And Kallie, give me a call sometime soon, okay?” Her eyebrows lift so high that for a second I think they’re going to meet her hairline.
“Sure. And Katherine?” I gaze at her pleadingly. “Could you please keep this, you know, discreet ?”
She looks at Niles again and then back at me. “Of course. Sorry to interrupt. Take care, guys.”
***
“So, I’m wondering something,” Niles says. He’s just gotten out of my shower (Niles was in my shower! Presumably naked!) and is standing in front of me wearing yet another set of clothes, his hair damp and messy.
I know it’s rude to blow him off when he’s talking, but I finally cannot resist a second longer. Against my better adulting judgment, my hand makes a beeline toward his head and hovers by his ear. “May I?”
“May you what?”
“I’m obsessed with your hair. Where do you think Emily got her obsession for Nash’s hair?”
He shakes his head and laughs. “You girls and your hair fetishes.” He takes my hand and steers it the rest of the way. My fingers plunge in and are happier than any fingers have ever been. I shiver, completely embarrassed that touching someone’s strands could make me so crazy.
“Is it everything you dreamed it would be?” he laughs.
“And more.” My fingers don’t want to stop, but keeping them in there much longer would border on awkward, so I reluctantly pull them out and swear never to wash my hands again. “Now, what is it you were wondering?”
“Yeah . . . so . . . I was at this hotel once,” he says, walking toward the living room. I follow. “Not too long ago, actually.” He pulls me onto the couch and sits very close. “It was pretty late, after the after-party. I was settling in and before I turned on the TV, I heard something.” He fixes his gaze on something across the room, though I can’t tell what.
“Some hotels are more soundproof than others,” he continues. “This one apparently was not. At first, I thought it was someone, you know, getting it onnnn. ” He turns to me and winks. “But then I realized it was someone crying.”
Oh, no.
“Sounded like a sweet girl, and it went on for quite a while. I felt really bad for her. I would like to think she had a good night, like, with some new friends and all. But why would someone who was happy get that sad?”
He turns to look at me. There’s no question. He totally knows.
“She wasn’t sad,” I whisper.
“Then what was wrong, I wonder?” He’s trying to look me in the eye, but now I’m the one staring across the room.
“She was too happy , I bet. She probably had a big night. Her new friends—one in particular—probably brought out a lot of passion and emotion in her. Plus, she probably gets extra emotional when she drinks.” I pause. “ And , I bet she didn’t get to say a proper good-night to her friend, and she was worried she’d never see him again. That’s the one thing that made her sad. I bet.”
“So, you don’t think her new friend did anything wrong?”
“Not one thing.”
“That’s good to know. I’m sure he’d be really upset if he knew he somehow made her sad.”
I turn to him and tilt my head. God, what a sweetie.
“He should not worry about that,” I whisper, taking his hand. “Sometimes girls just need a good cry. She’s sorry, I’m sure, if she made her friend worry.”
“As long as she’s fine, he’s fine.”
“Good. Then everyone’s fine. And they all live happily ever after.”
“Sounds like a good ending for a story.”
“Or maybe a great beginning.”
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Promises, Inspiration, and Sleepless Nights
“As much as I would love to, we can’t just go to a restaurant together. Especially around here.
“You’re fine, really,” she gushes. “Can’t wait for the new album. Hope it’s soon.” I think Niles nods, but this is all so surreal, I’m not really sure.
“I’ll, um, leave you two alone. Great to meet you. And Kallie, give me a call sometime soon, okay?” Her eyebrows lift so high that for a second I think they’re going to meet her hairline.
“Sure. And Katherine?” I gaze at her pleadingly. “Could you please keep this, you know, discreet ?”
She looks at Niles again and then back at me. “Of course. Sorry to interrupt. Take care, guys.”
***
“So, I’m wondering something,” Niles says. He’s just gotten out of my shower (Niles was in my shower! Presumably naked!) and is standing in front of me wearing yet another set of clothes, his hair damp and messy.
I know it’s rude to blow him off when he’s talking, but I finally cannot resist a second longer. Against my better adulting judgment, my hand makes a beeline toward his head and hovers by his ear. “May I?”
“May you what?”
“I’m obsessed with your hair. Where do you think Emily got her obsession for Nash’s hair?”
He shakes his head and laughs. “You girls and your hair fetishes.” He takes my hand and steers it the rest of the way. My fingers plunge in and are happier than any fingers have ever been. I shiver, completely embarrassed that touching someone’s strands could make me so crazy.
“Is it everything you dreamed it would be?” he laughs.
“And more.” My fingers don’t want to stop, but keeping them in there much longer would border on awkward, so I reluctantly pull them out and swear never to wash my hands again. “Now, what is it you were wondering?”
“Yeah . . . so . . . I was at this hotel once,” he says, walking toward the living room. I follow. “Not too long ago, actually.” He pulls me onto the couch and sits very close. “It was pretty late, after the after-party. I was settling in and before I turned on the TV, I heard something.” He fixes his gaze on something across the room, though I can’t tell what.
“Some hotels are more soundproof than others,” he continues. “This one apparently was not. At first, I thought it was someone, you know, getting it onnnn. ” He turns to me and winks. “But then I realized it was someone crying.”
Oh, no.
“Sounded like a sweet girl, and it went on for quite a while. I felt really bad for her. I would like to think she had a good night, like, with some new friends and all. But why would someone who was happy get that sad?”
He turns to look at me. There’s no question. He totally knows.
“She wasn’t sad,” I whisper.
“Then what was wrong, I wonder?” He’s trying to look me in the eye, but now I’m the one staring across the room.
“She was too happy , I bet. She probably had a big night. Her new friends—one in particular—probably brought out a lot of passion and emotion in her. Plus, she probably gets extra emotional when she drinks.” I pause. “ And , I bet she didn’t get to say a proper good-night to her friend, and she was worried she’d never see him again. That’s the one thing that made her sad. I bet.”
“So, you don’t think her new friend did anything wrong?”
“Not one thing.”
“That’s good to know. I’m sure he’d be really upset if he knew he somehow made her sad.”
I turn to him and tilt my head. God, what a sweetie.
“He should not worry about that,” I whisper, taking his hand. “Sometimes girls just need a good cry. She’s sorry, I’m sure, if she made her friend worry.”
“As long as she’s fine, he’s fine.”
“Good. Then everyone’s fine. And they all live happily ever after.”
“Sounds like a good ending for a story.”
“Or maybe a great beginning.”
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Promises, Inspiration, and Sleepless Nights
“As much as I would love to, we can’t just go to a restaurant together. Especially around here.
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