and both he and I would like to know your favorite scene, whenever you’re ready to tell us
VIOLET
apology accepted
i like the closet scene in the billionaire book :)
COLTON
i have excellent news
VIOLET
?
COLTON
so do i :)
TWENTY-ONE
VIOLET
OCTOBER | COLUMBUS, OHIO
“Kitty?”
I stared at my friend on my phone screen over my mat of diamond art. My incredibly frustrating and pointless diamond art. Kitty had a break in shooting the TV show she worked on, so she called me from her trailer to catch up. Her image was so frozen that I thought our connection was bad. But then she spoke.
“Since the last time I talked to you, you’re telling me you’re not only reading the romance novels with Colton, but acting them out with him too?”
I picked at my nails. “You know I have trouble with sex. You were the one who said he’d be a good person to do sexy stuff with.”
“Yeah. Yeah, I did say that. I didn’t think you’d actually take me up on it. What does your therapist have to say about this?”
I lifted a shoulder indicating far more nonchalance than I felt. “People have friends with benefits arrangements all the time. This isn’t a new concept.”
Kitty nodded slowly and narrowed her eyes. “Yes. They do. Maybe ask Annie how that went.”
I wrinkled up my nose before picking up a beige “diamond.” “Weren’t you in her wedding this summer?”
“Yeah. To her friend with benefits.”
I growled as I accidentally placed the beige diamond on a gray diamond spot. “Motherfucker.”
“I mean, you ending up with Colt isn’t that bad, is it?”
“No, it’s this fucking diamond art. My therapist told me to try a calming hobby, and allegedly, this is it. It’s actually some advanced form of torture. Do you know how many of these little things I have left?”
I held up the plethora of bags filled with tiny pieces of colored plastic.
“You have your fantasy leagues,” Kitty tried.
“Yeah, you know what my therapist said about that? That I need to have a broad array of hobbies to choose from! I think maybe she thinks I’m a little toxic when I get competitive.”
She grimaced. “I mean, you do get pretty intense about winning. Maybe try yoga?”
I pulled at my cheeks. “Why does everyone want me to do yoga? It’s boring and makes my mind race even more.”
