âYour sister isnât wrong. I mean, youâve been in the public eye how long? And you still havenât experienced the Hollywood lifestyle?â
His first experience took place at only fifteen. He remembered the first club he got into, the first drink he most definitely never should have had. It was a night he would never forget, not to mention a night he continuously lived over.
He couldnât be offended even if he wanted to be. She wasnât wrong. That was exactly what himself and the cast of Mackenzie Falls got up to. âYou make it sound like itâs a bad thing.â And maybe it was, he didnât know. But it sure did keep the single life happy. âBut tonight, none of that will be on the cards for me. Well except the drinking part and the only person Iâll be taking home, is you.â
There was a pause as he realised how wrong that sounded. His lips pressed together before he attempted to quickly correct himself. âAnd by that I mean, you know, to wherever it is that youâre staying, and not back to mine. Obviously.â His throat cleared as he shook his head at himself.
It was a surprise now more than it would have been before that she trusted him. It was surprising to him that anyone trusted him. âYou do? Well I donât plan on letting you down, so.â He could only hope she wouldnât regret it.
"For quite a while now,â Mo admitted. âPart of the reason why I never experienced the Hollywood lifestyle is because I wanted to set a good example for my sister, and because my parents wouldnât be pleased with me. Itâs this whole culture thing. Iâll explain it to you another time if you want.â
"Itâs not. I mean, I donât know. I donât think it is. To each their own. But...â Mo shrugged. â...what do you have to gain from laying next to a warm body over and over again? People are so smart and so beautiful and each one of us have lived experiences that are so wildly different to our own. I just---I donât know. I think youâre missing out on a good conversation. And inspiration. But thatâs just me. Honestly, the amount of times my sisterâs rolled her eyes at me because, and I quote, âwould rather pick someoneâs brain before I pick themâ. And itâs not like that. I mean---I want... I---I donât want to be a notch in someoneâs bedpost. Thatâs all. I want it to mean something. I think it should... mean something.âÂ
A nod of the head, and then:Â âYeah. I do. I do trust you.â
âOh---â Mo laughed softly, inwardly cursing herself for the way her brain ran off with that particular tidbit of information. â---sure, yeah, okay.â













