I bent down to tie the lace.
But the second my fingers grabbed the knot, my mind drifted somewhere else.
Three hours earlier, to Yuna.
She was sitting on the couch, wrapped in a fleece cover, when I finally handed her the vape she’d been begging for.
No nicotine.
Just something to keep her hands busy.
She looked at it like I had handed her a diamond.
“Awe,” she said softly. “You really like me.”
I chuckled. “Don’t get ahead of yourself.”
She laughed and took a slow puff.
Next thing I knew, she had climbed onto my lap like she had done it a hundred times before.
Straddling me.
Still smoking the vape.
The sweet vapor curled through the room while she leaned down closer.
“You’re nicer than you pretend to be,” she murmured.
I rested my hands lightly on her hips. “If you say so.”
She smiled again.
But it was less defensive.
More curious.
Her fingers slid along my chin while she studied my face.
“You’re not what I thought you were. Maybe I shouldn’t have blocked you after Vegas.”
For a moment, neither of us moved.
Just sat there.
She was sitting on my lap like she belonged there.
That moment stuck in my head longer than I expected.
But I wasn’t stupid.
Yuna could wake up tomorrow and decide she hated me again.
That girl flipped moods like switches.
So I wasn’t getting comfortable yet.
I tightened the knot on my shoe.
