Page 91 of My Fiancé's Brother
I raised my tear-stained face. “It’s true.”
Beth sat there with a stunned look on her face which just made me cry harder. “Matt and I are going through something. He's never home. We never talk. And he says he’s going to be around and he never is.”
“Oh sweetie,” Beth rubbed my shoulder.
“I don't want to have feelings for Jackson, but he’s so nice to me, and he’s always encouraging me.” I snorted wetly. “He makes me feel good.”
Beth sighed. “Jackson would be lucky to get someone like you.”
More tears squeezed out of my eyes. “You have to say that. You're my friend.”
“If it makes you feel better, that guy is so sexy that I get insanely nervous when he looks at me. He just exudes all these pheromones. No one could resist him. I imagine it would be much like having Kurt Browning as your roommate.”
We looked at each other and then we started laughing.
Then I started to cry again. “Everything has gone to shit. I don’t know what to do with Matt, and I have just been burying my head in the sand hoping it would all go away.”
“Where does Jackson fit into all of this?”
“I have these guilty thoughts about him, but I didn’t know that anyone else knew. I thought I was doing a pretty good job of hiding it.”
“And now Julie, the fuck-face, broadcast it to the world.”
I wiped my eyes. “That was humiliating.”
She started laughing. “It could have been worse.”
“How?”
“Well, when you reached down for your purse…”
“My almost face plant! I know. My legs were shaking so hard.”
“Not falling is a victory.”
“I don’t feel victorious.”
She took a deep breath. “For what it’s worth, Jackson had this look on his face.”
“His pity for the poor stupid idiot face?”
Her eyes looked big, “No, I can’t describe it. He looked stunned.”
I looked out the window. “He's my friend. He's so nice to me. And now Julie ruined that. I'll never be able to look him in the eyes again.”
Beth started the car. “If it makes you feel better, he’s probably used to it. Everyone probably falls for him.”
I shook my head. “That doesn’t make me feel better.”
We started to laugh again.
“What are you going to do about Matt?”
“I have no idea.”
“Do you want to go get shit-faced?”
“Yes,” I said. “But bad idea. I would probably end up trying to climb into Jackson’s bed and completely humiliate myself. Plus I have to deal with Matt.”
