Looking up at the ceiling, I take a deep breath. “Women are fucking confusing. Why has it taken me thirty-two years to realize that?”
She chuckles. “Because you were only interested in getting to know them on a biblical level before you met Charlee.”
I narrow my eyes. “I’m not that much of a dick. I knew plenty of things about those women beyond their favorite position and bra size.”
Devyn laughs. “That may be, but c’mon, Drew. You and I both know that you didn’t need to know any personal details about them. Can you say the same about Charlee?”
Damn it, she has a point.
“Real love is messy,” she continues. “It takes work and it can hurt. But sometimes, you have to take the leap, no matter how scary it is. For the right person, it’s worth it.”
I groan. “What the fuck do I do, Dev?”
“Have you tried talking to her?”
I shake my head. “No. I don’t want to say something that I can’t take back. I needed to make sense out of this first.”
“I’d hate to break this to you, Drew, but you’re never going to make sense out of it unless you talk to her.”
Fuck.
“So, I should call her?”
She shakes her head. “I would go to her in person. You can’t read her body language over the phone.”
“What if she refuses to see me?”
Devyn bumps her shoulder into mine. “Then you keep trying until she does.”
CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE
CHARLEE
Well, here I am, standing in front of Drew’s apartment again. I decided to do some old-fashioned groveling before breaking out the grand gesture, like my brother suggested. If this doesn’t work, I still have an awesome Hail Mary pass in my back pocket. It took me two days to come up with the idea but there’s no doubt in my mind that it’s the perfect play.
I raise my fist to knock but the door opens before I have a chance.
Devyn flinches in surprise as she practically runs into me. “Charlee!” She widens the door to reveal Drew standing right behind her. “Well, this is convenient.”
Huh?
She steps into the hallway and laughs at the confusion on my face. “I was just leaving. Go on in.”
Drew and I stare at each other for a few beats while she ducks into the stairwell.
I fidget nervously. “Hey. Is it okay if I come in?”
“Yeah...sure.”
I step into the apartment but I don’t attempt to go beyond the small foyer. “I was hoping we could talk.”
“About what?”
I nod in the direction of his living room. “Can we sit?”
“Sure.”
Drew drops into his recliner, leaving me to take a seat on the couch. I hate how awkward this is, how I can’t just fold myself into his lap. Yeah, yeah, I hear you. I don’t really have anyone to blame but myself.