Did he actually seem interested, or was he just a guy looking to get his dick wet, knowing I would probably do it if he asked me to?
“Can we drop it?” I ask instead of what’s really on my mind, and she smirks, knowing she’s struck a nerve. She’s right. Shedoes know me. Better than I even know myself sometimes, but that doesn’t mean she’s always right.
“Fine,” she says, and we do.
Our phones vibrate a few more times throughout the remainder of our episode, though neither of us check them. We know it’s Lizzie desperately trying to find out as much as she can while Olive tells her to mind her business.
Eventually we give in, and check our notifications, and we realize just how right we were.
I have a text from an unknown number, too, but I don’t share that with Cassandra. It’ll only lead to more ‘told you so’s’ when I inevitably blush at whatever the hell he has to say for himself.
I assume it’s him, anyway.
After the stunt he pulled in front of our colleagues, I’d imagine he has a lot to say, and none of it would be an apology.
“I better go,” Cassandra finally says, stifling a yawn with the back of her hand before stretching her arms up above her head. “We have a few weddings this weekend in the marquee, and I have alotto do.” We both stand from the couch and I walk her out of my apartment and into the foyer, where Marv stands at the door, greeting everyone who comes and goes.
“Busy first day for you?” he asks, straightening his red bow tie, flattening the white hair on his head. We both watch as Cassandra closes her car door and waves us farewell before heading out of the car park of my apartment building.
“You could say that,” I reply with a smile, the two of us walking back into the foyer side-by-side. “Do you live in the building, too?” I ask, noting that he’s been here every time I have. I can’t help but wonder if he’s a little lonely.
I make a mental note to bring him a cupcake next time I nervously bake. Because I, no doubt, will be anxious aboutsomethingin the next three months.
“No.” He shakes his head. “But the journey home isn’t too far. Ever since my wife, Louella, died, I enjoy keeping busy.” He walks toward the desk to our left, taking his seat in front of the computer screen, and watches as I head back toward my apartment.
“Will you tell me about her someday?” I ask as I turn back to face him, a soft smile on his lips.
He gives me a gentle nod. “Someday.”
“See you in the morning,” I say, unlocking my apartment door.
“See you in the morning.” He smiles wider this time, hand raised in the air with a wave, and I close the door behind me.
I force myself to be busy the moment I’m alone. Collecting the two empty glasses of water, and the bowl that was once filled with popcorn, I take them to my kitchen sink. But it’s not long before I get frustrated with myself, and give in, reaching for my phone off the coffee table. When I finally open the text message that I’ve ignored up until this point, I roll my eyes and smirk accidentally.
Unknown:You mad at me, Snow?
Unknown:How about a date? To make it up to you.
I push the button on the side of my phone to lock it, and that’s when I allow it to happen. Allow the silence to overwhelm me for the first time today.
I let my thoughts run absolutely wild, and I hate that they do.
I hate that I see flashbacks of that night. I hate that my body reacts when I remember what it felt like to be touched by him.
Kissed by him.
Tastedby him.
My skin erupts in goosebumps when I think about Cole Green in any capacity.
But I refuse to let myself think about him in that way for a second longer.
I would much rather rely on my trusty, pink toy that sits in the top drawer of my nightstand, with fresh batteries put in just this morning.
I had a feeling that after today when I got home from my first day on set, I would need a way to unwind.
Turns out I was right.
