AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Like when she knew I wanted only three ice cubes.
Now the TV.
How did she know I like odd numbers?
She only just started working, and she’s already killing it.
The number of times she’s anticipated my preferences without me telling her is strange. I do think she’s incredibly observant, but some of this stuff that she’s picked up on is downright eerie.
Am I that obvious? And if so, how the hell hasn’t my secret gotten out?
Not that I’m complaining that she’s cracked the code. For this to work, for it to be worth the risks, it’s imperative that she knows me almost as well as I know myself.
I take a deep breath and lock my eyes on the screen, determined not to lose focus. I’m usually hyperfocused when it comes to playing or watching myself, but today, my mind is wandering. Normally, micromanaging all my mistakes is easy for me. Today, not so much. My mind wanders often.
Which fucking blows because this is important. It’s how I’m able to skate at my best.
The relentless tapping of my foot on the floor pulls me away from what I’m supposed to be doing.
Fucking hell. Where is she?
Another minute passes, and I count the seconds as I wait.
I feel like I’m going out of my mind.
My leg drums harder on the floor.
I’m on the verge of falling off the edge.
Not a good place to be.
The last time I felt like this was right before I met her…
I throw the remote on a grunt. There’s no use watching the damn replay.
I can’t concentrate at all.
Jumping off the couch, I head toward my phone. I’m done with waiting and ready to call her when the door swings open.
“Where the hell have you been?” I blurt out before my brain’s filter kicks in.
Smooth, Slate. Real smooth.
“I went to get you Sweet Tarts.” She holds up the box, which from here is already open. “Sorted.”
Fucking hell.
I’m a real dick.
I don’t even know how to respond.
Since it’s obvious I’ve lost all social graces, and I’m not planning on saying sorry or thank you, Cassidy strides up to me, her brows furrowed as she assesses me.
She reaches out and hands me the box.
Yep. All blue. Just as I’d assumed.
“We leave in twenty minutes.” I don’t say anything else, just storm out of the room like the asshole I am.
