A dull vibration shakes me.
My phone buzzed! It actually buzzed.
It gives me such a shock I almost drop it, and like an idiot, I think it’s actually happened—Havi has messaged me back.
Of course he hasn’t.
It’s not him. It’s Connor.
Thanks for coming over. I liked you a lot. The room’s yours if you want it.
I stare at his message in disbelief, and then a few seconds later, stare at my reply in even more disbelief.
Is it because you think I’m good-looking?
Is it because you think I’m good-looking?
Jesus fucking Christ, did I actually send that? What the fuck has gotten into me?
I scramble, stabbing at my screen as I frantically try to delete the message before he reads it.
He’s nothing like Havi, though, so of course he reads it the second it gets delivered.
Maybe.
He follows that with a laughing emoji.
A fucking laughing emoji?
Do you think that’s a good reason to live with someone?
Dunno. Can you think of a better one?
It’s been a hell of a day. An emotional rollercoaster that’s left me wrung out and severely delayed. Any other day, I could think of ten better reasons easily. Maybe more.
Right now? I can’t think of one.
13
Lennon
Annaisinhead-to-toegym wear. White leggings, a bright-pink crop top, and trainers. Her hair has been braided into pigtails, and she’s wearing a look of cheerful determination that, frankly, scares the unholy crap out of me.
I’m not sure how it came to this because I distinctly don’t remember asking for her help with the move.
If anything, I did the opposite.
I think my mistake may have been a vague answer when she asked if I owned a bed frame, or if I was planning on sleeping on a mattress on the floor. Her smile froze momentarily, and she tapped my upper arm kindly, but ominously firmly.
“That’s not good enough, Lennon,” she said. “I’m afraid I’m going to have to put my foot down.”
Honestly, I’m not sure what kind of dastardly power she wields over me, or what exactly putting her foot down would entail, but I do know I’d rather not find out.
“Let’s take the stairs,” she chirps, hoisting a box into her arms. “It will be quicker.”
I sigh internally.
Connor’s apartment is on the second floor of the building and is serviced by an elevator that’s in perfect working order. There’s no reason on Earth to take the stairs.
