having had my sights set on his brother for nearly as long as I’ve known him, which would be almost six years now. However hard I’ve tried, and believe me I’ve tried, my focus on the second oldest Adams brother hasn’t able to be diverted once. After hooking your star to someone for such a long time, someone you can never have, it leaves you romanticising a relationship with that person. You use them as the yard-stick in order to measure all other possible romantic entanglements against regardless that you have no idea what that reality actually looks like.
Over the last few weeks Reid’s turned his game of seduction up a notch. This is what convinced me I’ll never be able to give him a fair shot at a relationship. It isn’t the seduction per se that’s the issue, it’s the fact that it makes me feel uncomfortable when he’s doing it. I don’t get butterflies in the pit of my stomach when his voice washes over me. I don’t feel like I’m about to combust when I look at him falling into a puddle of goo at his feet. I don’t find myself dreaming about him night after night. And I don’t know how to tell him nicely a relationship isn’t going to happen between us while still remaining friends, because the last thing I want is to lose him too. The thought alone has me swallowing back bile rising in the back of my throat. There’s only one man that’s ever made me feel any of those things. I’d like to deny it because he’s been an epic douchebag over the last year and a bit, but I can’t. I just wish I could work out a way to get over my feelings for him. I’ve wasted too much time on him already and clearly he’s never going to reciprocate my feelings, so it’s time to move on.
I feel the tell-tale vibration of my phone signalling a text message. Pulling the offending device out from under my leg where I’m lying on it and the couch I swipe my finger across the screen to open it.
*Reid* Hey sexy. Lks like I’ll b seeing u sooner than I said.
Sighing deeply I hope that doesn’t mean he’s put off the next leg of the tour Frantic is currently on. I would be more than pissed at him if he has. Rolling over so my back is to the backrest of the couch I prop myself up on an arm texting him back.
*Priss* Hi. What?
The reply is short, probably coming across curt, but in reality I don’t want Reid here in person until I have the chance to explain how I feel over the phone. I’m a coward like that I know, but that’s the way I’ve decided to handle it. More buzzing I roll my eyes at his response.
*Reid* Fam reunion in Blackwater. Evry1 is coming xcpt mom & dad.
Great. The last thing I need right now is not only one Adams brother up in my business about why Mr No Name and I are no longer on speaking terms, but all four of them. I can’t imagine a fate worse, except maybe death, and that would be bad because Tilly still needs me.
*Priss* Why? Is something wrong?
*Reid* Nah. Big man askd us 2 come. Jas & Kai b there this arvo.
No & Bro b there 2mrow am. I’ll b there nxt day.
Jesus Christ! It’s like a tornado is about to hit town having the five Adams men in one town the size of Blackwater. The town may not be able to handle the awesome panty stealing power they possess when seen in the same place all at once.
*Priss* Have you all got somewhere to stay?
Unfortunately the manners my mom instilled in me from the time I could talk haven’t taken a hike. I shouldn’t have asked because I don’t want him to make anything out of the offer. I can only sit back and hope they already have something set up.
*Reid* Yeah babe. Stying @ Hunts.
Thank fuck. That’s one thing I don’t have to worry about. Well at least until the testosterone overload over there hits epic proportions, and Mr No Name kicks
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