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The next step was her probably spitting in my drink…or trying to roofie it, so I decided not to complain. I stalked towards the bench closest to the window, the one that would give me the best view of little miss sunshine, and I sat down to wait.
I took a sip of my chai tea, humming happily when it didn’t suck. My eyes of course landed on Blake across the road, watching her flash a bright, friendly smile at a customer. It was a different smile than the one she gave me, one that felt more cold and less...mine. The crazy thing was…I wanted all of her smiles. I didn’t want anyone else to get any version of her.
Self control, Ari. Self control.
The guy that was on the receiving end of her smile…it was evident thathissmile was genuine. He was tracking her ass across the restaurant as she sauntered away. I clenched my jaw, a flicker of annoyance bubbling up. I'd never felt this insanely territorial…this, well…insane before.
To divert my attention, I decided to scroll through social media some more. Lincoln's latest photos caught my eye. There he was, happily munching on a taco with Monroe. My eyes narrowed as I recognized the very familiar-looking tacos.
HOW DARE HE!
I immediately pulled up Lincoln’s number.
Me: YOU CHEATED ON ME. I’LL NEVER FORGIVE YOU.
Lincoln: Back to the 8th grade girl impersonations, I see…what’s up?
Me: You took Monroe to our place.
Lincoln: What place?
Me: Don’t play games with me, sir!
Lincoln: Maria’s?
Me: Yes, Maria’s! The embodiment of perfection in taco form.
Lincoln: Relax, drama queen. It was once.
Me: So you admit it!
Lincoln: I thought you just said you knew already.
Me:…
Lincoln: Does it make you feel better if I tell you tacos make Monroe horny? So it’s a win, win for everyone.
Me: How does that make me feel better?
Lincoln: I’ll be nicer to you in next week’s game if I’m well…fed.
Me: Fine. I’ll allow it. For the good of my face.
Lincoln: I’ll bring you some to the game. Still love me?
Me: …
Me: Duh.
Lincoln: XOXOX.
I was smirking when I glanced up, meeting Blake’s shocked gaze across the road. I started waving at her furiously and she ducked her head, pretending to ignore me as she took an order. She was very aware of me though, sneaking glances at me constantly.
Hi, I texted her, getting a weird little thrill now that I could message her. I mean, technically I had been texting her this whole time. Just as that douchebag “Other.” But responding yes, no…or not responding at all had been absolutely brutal. Now that I’d fixed my name on her phone—keeping Clark’s number blocked, of course—I could say whatever I wanted. Like…
Me: I love your boobs.
It took her three heart pounding minutes to check my message, but the big grin that crossed her face when she did was well worth the excruciating wait.
