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bewildered.
I felt the heat of someone behind me, and I realized the cause of Haley’s reaction.
Oh. Shit. Crap. Fuck. Fuck!
“You did not see anything,” I declared. I looked back at Chase, brought a hand up and pushed him away. Then I stopped, because I realized what I just touched.
Brain. Fried.
I stared, before I managed to get a word out. “Where is your shirt?” I couldn’t stop the hysteria that was rising in my voice.
He yawned, rubbing his eyes. “Fuck if I know. Somewhere. Maybe out on the porch.” He still looked a little dazed from sleep. He turned his head, looking for it.
Haley’s eyes widened. “You did it on the porch?” she gasped.
“No!” Oh my God. Kill me now. I poked his chest, trying hard not to stare. “Why the heck would it be on the porch? It was cold last night.”
Chase didn’t seem concerned. I lifted up the cushion, checking if it was underneath. No dice. I bent down to check underneath the couch, and it wasn’t there either. After a few minutes of looking around, I heard Chase call out, “Found it!”
It turned out it was all the way across the room, draped on the dining table.
Jesus. How the hell did it even land there?
Just then, Haley’s shoulders shook before she threw her head back laughing.
Chase looked at me, a smile transforming his face, blasting the charm on full. “Had a great time,” he drawled. “See you around.”
He jogged down the stairs as I stared after him, speechless.
* * *
H aley just got out of the shower, when she gave me a look, her brows raised. She wanted details.
“What on earth happened last night?” There was no mistaking the curiosity in her voice.
I groaned. “Nothing. He just came over when the storm hit, and I didn’t mean to call him but he still came,” I said all in one breath, hardly pausing.
Haley looked at me thoughtfully. “You know what that means, right?”
“I don’t know.” I covered my face with both my hands. “I don’t understand him.”
“Hmm.” Then smiling a little smugly, she asked, “Still think it’s nothing?”
Chapter Ten
Limbo
I just wanted to write .
With the thought in mind, I set off to a hunt for a good writing spot. I liked the occasional change of environment to get the creativity going.
There was something immensely satisfying with the smell of coffee after a particularly restless night.
I brought my laptop with me to the café. I ordered a cappuccino and sat down on a quiet corner that nestled in between the window and the brick wall.
And just as I was getting engrossed in my chapter, typing furiously, I nearly jumped out of my seat when my name was called.
“Sherr!” Sierra sat next to me, carrying a slice of cheesecake on her plate.
“Oh my God. Don’t do that.” A hand over my chest, I scowled at her.
But she wasn’t paying attention to me. She stabbed her cheesecake with her fork, and she stared at it with her brows furrowed together, giving it her full focus.
“You look like you’re about to perform cake torture,” I couldn’t help but say.
"All food talk," she told me solemnly. "This is telling me I’ll never finish him, but he’s wrong.”
Huh?
“How does a cake talk? And did you just call it a…” I pinched the bridge of my nose. “Never mind.”
“They're mocking me, because I can never make them right,” she told me matter-of-factly.
With the fork in between her lips, she looked over at my screen as I typed. She continued to watch my screen intently, and it became clear I couldn't work like this. I stopped. I shifted away a little, and continued typing. She moved with me. I looked at her with a raised brow, but she remained unfazed. I flipped to my browser.
“Aw, why’d you stop?” she protested, pouting.
Shit, my current tab was an article on how to bury dead bodies from last night. I quickly pushed the lid halfway down to conceal it from her view.
“Taking a bit of a break.” I took a sip from my coffee, grimacing. That
I felt the heat of someone behind me, and I realized the cause of Haley’s reaction.
Oh. Shit. Crap. Fuck. Fuck!
“You did not see anything,” I declared. I looked back at Chase, brought a hand up and pushed him away. Then I stopped, because I realized what I just touched.
Brain. Fried.
I stared, before I managed to get a word out. “Where is your shirt?” I couldn’t stop the hysteria that was rising in my voice.
He yawned, rubbing his eyes. “Fuck if I know. Somewhere. Maybe out on the porch.” He still looked a little dazed from sleep. He turned his head, looking for it.
Haley’s eyes widened. “You did it on the porch?” she gasped.
“No!” Oh my God. Kill me now. I poked his chest, trying hard not to stare. “Why the heck would it be on the porch? It was cold last night.”
Chase didn’t seem concerned. I lifted up the cushion, checking if it was underneath. No dice. I bent down to check underneath the couch, and it wasn’t there either. After a few minutes of looking around, I heard Chase call out, “Found it!”
It turned out it was all the way across the room, draped on the dining table.
Jesus. How the hell did it even land there?
Just then, Haley’s shoulders shook before she threw her head back laughing.
Chase looked at me, a smile transforming his face, blasting the charm on full. “Had a great time,” he drawled. “See you around.”
He jogged down the stairs as I stared after him, speechless.
* * *
H aley just got out of the shower, when she gave me a look, her brows raised. She wanted details.
“What on earth happened last night?” There was no mistaking the curiosity in her voice.
I groaned. “Nothing. He just came over when the storm hit, and I didn’t mean to call him but he still came,” I said all in one breath, hardly pausing.
Haley looked at me thoughtfully. “You know what that means, right?”
“I don’t know.” I covered my face with both my hands. “I don’t understand him.”
“Hmm.” Then smiling a little smugly, she asked, “Still think it’s nothing?”
Chapter Ten
Limbo
I just wanted to write .
With the thought in mind, I set off to a hunt for a good writing spot. I liked the occasional change of environment to get the creativity going.
There was something immensely satisfying with the smell of coffee after a particularly restless night.
I brought my laptop with me to the café. I ordered a cappuccino and sat down on a quiet corner that nestled in between the window and the brick wall.
And just as I was getting engrossed in my chapter, typing furiously, I nearly jumped out of my seat when my name was called.
“Sherr!” Sierra sat next to me, carrying a slice of cheesecake on her plate.
“Oh my God. Don’t do that.” A hand over my chest, I scowled at her.
But she wasn’t paying attention to me. She stabbed her cheesecake with her fork, and she stared at it with her brows furrowed together, giving it her full focus.
“You look like you’re about to perform cake torture,” I couldn’t help but say.
"All food talk," she told me solemnly. "This is telling me I’ll never finish him, but he’s wrong.”
Huh?
“How does a cake talk? And did you just call it a…” I pinched the bridge of my nose. “Never mind.”
“They're mocking me, because I can never make them right,” she told me matter-of-factly.
With the fork in between her lips, she looked over at my screen as I typed. She continued to watch my screen intently, and it became clear I couldn't work like this. I stopped. I shifted away a little, and continued typing. She moved with me. I looked at her with a raised brow, but she remained unfazed. I flipped to my browser.
“Aw, why’d you stop?” she protested, pouting.
Shit, my current tab was an article on how to bury dead bodies from last night. I quickly pushed the lid halfway down to conceal it from her view.
“Taking a bit of a break.” I took a sip from my coffee, grimacing. That
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