Page 291 of Hot Mess
I just hadn’t done that yet.
I realized, as I watched them, that I didn’t even know if Iwouldtell her until just this minute. That maybe I’d somehow convinced myself I didn’t have to? That it didn’t really matter or something?
But now that Matt was right there, talking to my girlfriend… and he was gonna be in my band… Shit, yes, it mattered.
I just didn’t know how much it mattered, until now.
I had to tell her.
Sometime.
But this wasn’t that time.
For one thing, we were in the middle of a wedding reception. And in case Danica was upset about it, I wasn’t gonna do that to her in public, in front of all my friends. Obviously.
For another… I really needed to get my head right about it first. Figure out exactly what to say to her about it. Find the right words.
Last thing I wanted to do was bring it up and somehow leave Danica with the impression that she had something to worry about.
She had nothing to worry about.
Matt and I weren’t hooking up.
We couldn’t, even if we wanted to.
DidI want to?
As I watched them there, so close together… Yes, I was attracted to him. Definitely. That part wasn’t just gonna magically go away.
Unfortunately.
Maybe I’d convinced myself that itwouldjust go away. Easy enough to do when he was on the other side of the planet.
And Danica washere.
I was in love with her. I didn’t need anyone else.
But now thathewas here…
And now that I saw him withher…
I couldn’t exactly deny the responses in my body. The heat running through my veins. The weird, slow sledgehammer pounding of my heart.
It was a strange, uncomfortable blend of jealousy and hunger, as I watched them, together.
Fact was, Matt just looked way too fucking good standing there with my girlfriend.
Matt Brohmer was so my type.
Just like she was.
When it came to women, my type, as it turned out, was exactly Danica Vola.
A sexy girl. A girly girl. A girl with her own mind… and a huge heart.
And when it came to men… I could sum up my preference in one sentence.
Bisexual dudes who liked the same women I did.
