hour.”
“You better be all clear,” was her response. “Or you should deeply question your choice of girlfriend.”
It was his first time in New York City then, so there was a lot to do. She took him to the Met and Central Park. He explored much of the rest on foot. They had their semi-annual All-Clear Happy Hour (August edition) at a wine bar on the roof of a building along Fifth Avenue. She told him about Victor. By then she knew that he had been exclusively seeing his co-star, Jessica.
It was coming back to him, how that conversation took his insides, shook them, and left them in the wrong places. He was, instantly, envious of this guy, and disappointed for himself. The five months of constantly acting for his job helped; he was certain that none of it showed in his face, instead it hopefully conveyed his jolly congratulations. There was also, immediately after the jealousy, intense relief. He only got to tell Lindsay that Jessica was his girlfriend on the phone (and he did it as soon as he realized that some website might announce it first). In the back of his mind he had been worried that he was the reason she hadn’t been in a relationship the entire time they were friends, so far. She denied it, but he didn’t want to feel that he had been stringing her along.
And he was in love with Jessica, back then. He thought so.
Don’t rewrite your own history, Jacob.
Chapter 9
She’d been in his room with him before. This wasn’t the first time. But circumstances were different, and he had regressed back to high school, or earlier, when his need showed up as a tremor in his limbs. Embarrassing then. Now? Jake wanted her to know this.
Lindsay had been waiting nearly an hour at the lobby, and when he showed up, apologetic, hungry, she simply helped him with half the books he was carrying and said they should go back to his room.
“They got you the executive suite?” she observed.
“Yeah,” Jake said, dropping his things on one of the red seats meant for guests. His hotel room had its own area for entertaining, but he didn’t want them to stay in that part of the suite for long. “How was work today?”
Lindsay shot him a look. Her hands went to her hips, and her nose scrunched up in that way she did when she was irritated. “All about you . You agreed to sit in on our donor meetings?”
“It was part of the contract.”
“It didn’t have to be. You could have gotten away with smiling and waving. Now you have to learn all of this and expose yourself to questions from people who are very particular about how their money is spent.”
“What’s wrong with that?”
“Jake.” She paced around the room and ended up underneath the door frame that led to the bed. He had left the double doors open. Lindsay paused and turned around. “You took a job in Canada so you can avoid finals.”
“Excuse me. I started a career. That’s been successful so far.”
She tipped her shoulder and was leaning on the door frame now, arms folded. “You’re sure you want to do this?”
“Yes. The answer to everything is yes.”
The sarcasm that was making her smile stiff let up a bit. “Yes to what?”
“Yes,” Jake said, “yes, I’m willing to risk humiliating myself and work as hard as you want me to, so I don’t embarrass you and your colleagues.” He took a step toward her. “Yes I know I don’t have the best track record for staying long enough to see something all the way through. I’m working on it.” The next step brought him a breath away from her. “Yes I’m sure I am in love with you and you have no idea what I was bargaining with the universe on the cab ride over, hoping you were here to tell me that you’re no longer seeing Victor.”
Lindsay arms unfolded, gently. “I’m no longer seeing Victor.”
He pumped his fist at the sky. “The universe loves me. Is it because of me?”
She raised an eyebrow. “What did you ask the universe?”
“That you’ll say yes to me
David Levithan, Rachel Cohn