Buzz. Ignored.
Buzz again.
God. He’s so clingy when he’s bored. I grab it.
RAVA:
-There’s a guy on your roof.
I shoot up. The fuck?! I get up, yank the curtain, lean out, and what do I see?
Rava, leaning smugly out of his window, one hand on the sill, the other holding his phone, smiling like he just played thebestcard of the game.
His whole face is literally glowing.
I stare at him, deadpan. "Very funny, Rava."
"Yup." He grins wider. "But look at you. Couldn’t stay away."
I exhale sharply and shake my head. "You’re a dick."
"Takes one to know one." Then he winks.
I give him the middle finger and go back to my workout. He’s still leaning out of his window like we’re in some cheap teenage drama. I hear Lulu jump onto my bed behind me, purring like she didn’t just betray me five minutes ago.
Rava tilts his head and yells, "What are you doing inside at this hour anyway?" His voice is a little too curious.
I smirk and lean on the frame. "Resting up."
"Resting up?"
I nod slowly. "Yup. Gotta gather strength for tonight."
He raises his eyebrows, already judging me.
I sigh.
"Relax. It’s adult stuff. You wouldn’t last ten minutes."
"You are literally one year older than me. That doesn’t make me a kid. What’s happening tonight?"
I pretend to think, then shrug. "Nothing your polo-wearing soul could handle, baby."
"You think I’ve never done anything wild?"
I snort. "Rava, your version of wild is probably missing a deadline." He looks around, probably making sure no one can hear him, then leans forward, resting his arms on the sill. "I once helped set fire to a stolen car to cover a drug drop in Montreal. Don’t ask why. The tires kinda exploded too. Swear to God. I have pictures."
I don’t say anything. Just stare. Okay. Okay.
That’s hot.
No— that’s concerning.
But also kind of hot. What was it again that he wanted to be?
A teacher? For real?
Sure, baby.
