My Brother's Best Friend(30)

“I may hold you to that,” he said, finally disentangling himself from me.

“Hey, Dev?” He turned back to me and I leaned across and kissed his lips once more because to be honest I, too, wanted more. I pulled back before I prematurely graduated to the next stage.

“You little minx.” He chastely kissed my cheek. “You’ll get it tomorrow.”

I laughed as he left the room and for some reason I couldn’t wait until tomorrow. I mean I was still a little warm and fuzzy inside, wishing Devin was still here holding me, but then I realized what I was thinking. How could I possibly want Devin to still be here? He’s my friend, that’s all. He’s just showing me what it’s like to be in a relationship and teaching me things I don’t know. I don’t like him in that way.





Chapter Eight





The next day at work, Devin gave me another bouquet of flowers in a vase. He delivered it himself with a kiss that was seen by most of the office staff for MBR. And of course I had to explain to them later about dating Devin.

They all just said they were jealous because he looked so hot. And now that I think about it, Devin really is amazingly handsome, some might even say sexy.

Anyway Devin was too busy with work to text so I spent my afternoon playing solitaire on my computer and answering calls for the offices. Immediately after work I had my appointment with Dr. Stone, so I rushed to his office and gave him my notebook. He was surprised when I showed him the assignments. I even let him read what I had written when I asked Devin about my parents being proud of me.

“So, Devin knows everything now,” Dr. Stone stated.

I nodded. “To be fair, he could have killed Eric if he wanted. He was just worried about my ability to stand on my own, which made him to stop.”

“I see. So you don’t think Devin would have gone to you if you weren’t drunk?”

“He probably would have stopped,” I confirmed.

“I see. And do you think that means anything?”

I knew what he was getting at. “Yeah, sure.” I laughed. “Devin doesn’t feel that way, Dr. Stone.”

“And what about you?”

“No. Didn’t you read my first assignment? He doesn’t exactly strike feelings of love into my heart. But let’s say there was something going on.”

“What do you mean?”

“Hypothetically, what if Devin and I were dating? What would you say then?”

“I would hope it would be something seriously considered between the two of you. You are friends, whether you like to admit it or not, and this could be something really good if it was serious and you were serious about each other, or it could end up crashing and burning.”

I didn’t say anything, just thought about what he had just said. I mean I couldn’t very well tell him that we were together but just for appearances. Dr. Stone would have a coronary.

“So about what you wrote, how do you feel now?”

“It’s easier to talk about. I mean now Devin knows and Larissa and Zach and probably most everyone at the studio. But it doesn’t really bother me.”

“Devin?”

“Yes. Sometimes I feel like he’s the only one I can really open up to. Like he is the only one who really knows how I feel or what’s actually going on.”

“So what is the source of your negative feelings toward him?”

“I mean, I wouldn’t say I hate him like I did in high school, he’s saved me from a lot of things and helped me in a lot of ways that I’ll always be grateful for, but the way women just fawn all over him disgusts me. And it’s not like he doesn’t enjoy the attention. It just bugs me.”

“Do you really think that’s the true reason? Maybe it’s because you wish you were the one he paid attention to?”

I laughed. “No. I don’t think that.”

Dr. Stone merely looked at me in that certain way like he always did when he felt I wasn’t being honest. “Okay,” he said, pressing the matter no further. “For Saturday, I want you to try to tell me about The Accident.”

I almost smiled at Dr. Stone’s easy acceptance of the terms I had made up at the very beginning when I first started seeing him. The minute he had mentioned attempted suicide I told him to call it The Accident. He only nodded his head and since then has been faithful to call it such. Though I’m pretty sure he wants me to eventually call it what it is.

“I want to know what you were feeling and why you felt it was the only way to escape your situation.”

I nodded and sighed.

“We are really getting somewhere, Christy. I’m curious as to what has prompted this change, but I’m hesitant to state what I think. Maybe quickly you can give me your thoughts.”