Page 44 of When Words Waver


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Rina:Ughhh, don’t even get me started. I could really use a cup. Or two. And you. And some cuddles:’)

A flush of warmth hit my chest at her words.

Me:I could come over…

God, how Iwantedto go to her. Every second I’d been out, I’d thought about driving over to her place and crashing the damn dinner. But I couldn’t, of course, given my flawless rapport with Mr. Ribeiro.

Rina:Really?! Aren’t you tired?

I smiled.

Me:Nope. Although, the glaring blisters on my toes would say otherwise. But hey, they won’t mean shit if I get to kiss you and hold you tonight.

Rina:You can be extremely sweet sometimes, you know that?

Me:And that’s a good or bad thing?

Rina:It’s PERFECT.

I grinned.

“Bro!”

Taron came up behind me and placed his chin on my right shoulder. If I moved my head towards him even in the slightest, I’d end up with at least an inch of his beard in my nose. Yeah, that’s how close he’d pressed his face to mine.

“What?” I told him.

“Whatchu doin’?” he asked, like it wasn’t obvious, given that he’d gotten way past invading my personal space.

I glanced at my phone in my hand, and then looked sideways at him. “Making love with my chest hair, of course,” I deadpanned.

To my momentary relief, he moved back, but then came to stand right in front of me.

“You don’t have chest hair,” he said.

“It’s creepy that you know that, you know?”

He rolled his eyes. “We work out together, you dumbass.”

Ah, right.

“Well, youdidinitiate this conversation by asking a stupid question,” I told him.

“It was rhetorical,” he countered.

I raised a brow. “Was it, though?”

Taron clicked his tongue. “You’re cray, bro.”

Sweet baby Jesus, what the fuck?!

“Please stop spending so much time with your daughter,” I said with a grimace. “You’re turning into a massive…bearded…” I pursed my lips, “…and too-muscly version of her, and I amnothere for it.”

“She inspires me,” Taron said casually. “She’s my pride.”

“Of course she is. I love her to pieces as well, but that doesn’t mean you have to let her turn you into…this.” I waved a hand at him. “‘Cray’, Taron,seriously?”

He chuckled. “She spent almost an hour trying to explain the meaning of that word to me yesterday. Ihadto use it somehow.”