Pretty, pretty please, say no.
It wasn’t a big one.
But it was there.
She smirked to herself.
Dammit.
“Marianne?”
She looked up at me and smiled. “I won’t tell him. I swear.”
My head fell back, and I let out a loud, painful groan.
“No, no, no, no,” I muttered as I stared up at the ceiling.
“Lexi, relax. I think it’s cute. He sold a ton of those posters.”
Yeah, he sure did.
Because I bought all of them.
“No, no, no, this is not happening,” I muttered while I mentally kicked myself in the butt.
Why, oh why didn’t I take down everything on my walls?
Oh, my gosh.
Could there be anything more embarrassing?
“Sweetie, I’m serious. My lips are sealed. I swear to you I won’t say a word. Your secret’s safe with me.”
I really had no clue whether I could trust Marianne about that or not.
Still, I hadn’t wanted her to know what a flakey, stupid kid I’d been.
In my defense, though—Trey Turner posters were hot.
Every one of them.
Lots of sports stars had posters. That wasn’t anything unusual.
Trey’s were way more—I don’t know—smoldery?
The way he posed for the camera was every teenage girl’s fantasy.
“You promise?”
She grinned back at me. “Absolutely.”
I let out a huge sigh of relief. “As soon as I go home, I’m ripping them down.”
Marianne tilted her head. “I’m just saying—I know my son. And I don’t think he’d have a problem with the fact that you have his posters wallpapering your bedroom.”
I shrugged. “It’s still embarrassing.”
“He’s got an enormous ego.”