“Oh.” I smile, hoping he has been talking about me. There is only one way this guy would know who I
am. star was talking about me to him. I bite my bottom lip to hide my over the top smile.
Oh, this is fabulous news.
“This one?” Brielle yells. “This one!”Text property ? N?vel(D)ra/ma.Org.
A dark haired girl walks past and Hank steps forward. “Hello,” Hank says nervously.
Brielle and I hold our breath as we wait for her reaction.
Thomas frowns in question at our shenanigans.
“Hello.” The girl smiles at Hank and they begin to talk.
Brielle leans over and in an I have had way too much to drink voice she slurs at Thomas. “We are
trying to get our friendid, you see.”
Thomas’s eyes light up. “Please.” He holds his hand out. “Feel free to work on me, too. I could handle
two hot girls approaching other hot girls on my behalf.”
We allugh.
“I bet you could.” Brielle smirks, pointing her cocktail ss at him. “Although, I don’t think you
would need any help.”
Thomas gives Brielle a sexy smile and I drop my head to hide my smirk. He’s more ssically good
looking than his brother, but not half as gorgeous.
He has that same deep permeating voice of star’s and that damn ent is an audible orgasm.
“Where is star?” I ask.
He frowns. “How do you know his name?”
“He told me.”
He purses his lips as if thinking.
I frown. “Why?”
He shrugs and swigs his beer. “He doesn’t usually tell people his real name.”
I smile broadly and my eyes hold his. “He just text me, actually,” I reply.
He frowns. “What?’
I smile proudly and hold up the phone in my hot little hand. “Yep.”
He narrows his eyes. “What did he say?”
I smile bashfully. “Nothing. Not really.” Why did I just tell him that? I sounded like a gloating five-
year-old.
“Tell me.” He smiles into his ss.
Oh God. “I just text him and he replied. Nothing exciting.”
“You text each other?” He raises an eyebrow in question.
Hankes back over and interrupts us. “Okay, we are going to dance in a minute.” He stammers.”
“Great news.” Brielle smiles.
Hank shakes his head. “No, it’s not great. Have you seen me dance?”
Our faces drop. Oh shit, we didn’t think of that.
Thomas sees something over my shoulder and waves. “I will catch you guyster.”
“See you.” I smile and he disappears through the crowd.
Night made. star showed his brother who I am.
It’s Thursday and I sit at my desk as I stare into space and get my things ready for lunch. Every night, for a
week, I have text star goodnight and every night, for a week, he has replied. I do wonder if I didn’t
text him first would he have ever text me? I doubt it, to be honest. The longer I sit on this, the longer I feel
that maybe this attraction is all in my head. I mean, if he was really keen, wouldn’t he be ringing me and
asking to see me? I have decided I am not texting him tonight. I want to see if he is going to text me
without prompting.
Why am I obsessing over this stupid guy? Ugh, I hate this. I pinch the bridge of my nose as I try to
steer my thoughts away from the Irish god.
Get out of my head.
I pack my notepad and pencil into my bag and head to the park, my favorite new lunch spot. This story
that hase to me is giving me hours of entertainment and I am actually starting to believe that maybe I
could give this author gig a go. I have named my characters Henry and Elizabeth. I had to give them
names, and although these are not the most romantic, I kind of like them. You never know what could
happen down the track and it is keeping my mind upied while Brielle and the others all study and
work. I seem to have gotten creative since I moved here and have even bought a drawing pad and pencils
so I can sketch random things. I don’t know why. I’ve never done anything like this before, but I figure that
maybe now I am not under the restrictions of what is expected from me, I can experiment as much as I
want.