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It was just Major being Major. Lunch today?
Maybe Japanese? He loved Japanese food. And I was afraid, maybe just a little, that I loved him. Major I let out the breath I was holding. I could never be certain if Nan was pissed at me. Did she have a reason to be? Not really. The woman who had spent the evening at my apartment came with a lot less baggage than Nan. She laughed and was easy to be with. With Nan, I was stuck until this job was over. I had to keep her happy. Sarah, on the other hand, knew the score.
She was no-pressure and fun, and she offered me the release I needed. Not in that way. Nan had a way of making me forget that we could never be more.
My job was too important. We could never be real. I already knew. I may have been busy with my date, but her house was under constant surveillance. If she went out, we needed to know where.
She was a ball of emotions and constantly kept me on my toes. A sharp knock on my door made me groan with dread. I knew who it was, and it was too early to deal with him. Cope barely let me get the door open before he forced his way inside. He was taller than me, though not by much. What the fuck did he know? She knows. She might not know who the other girl is, but I sure as hell do. Sarah Jergins, Ravenhurst Drive. She knows you were with someone.
She got close to him. She has to know something. We need to know what she knows. When he put his hand on the doorknob, he stopped. Nan liked men with model-like faces. Faces made for the movies.
Faces like mine. She also liked flirty and sweet. His hair was so long he wore it in a man bun most of the time, and his facial hair was too much.
He needed to shave that shit. And Nan liked me. She liked me a hell of a lot. I was managing things. In my own way. This was my newest bad idea. He was gorgeous and almost too sweet for me—I usually liked at least a little bit of drama—but what kept him from being too perfect was the fact that he was a player.
He loved women. Craved the attention he got from them. I could tell by the way he responded to my texts if he was with someone else or if he had time for me.
I thought I was dealing with this reality pretty well, but it was getting harder to keep my heart in check and not fall for his pretty-boy charms.
His kindness was getting to me, even though I knew I was nothing more than another girl to him. What are you doing? This was the kind of text I usually got when he was alone and bored.
At first, I had thought he was genuinely interested in the answer, but after noticing how often the words hey sweetie and babe flashed across the screen of his phone when we were together, I knew that was all bullshit. All men were liars. Even the bighearted, pretty ones. I hated that about myself, and I often tried to hide it, but it was getting harder to do that.
Admitting that hurt deeply, but it was something I was coming to terms with. Anger, self-loathing, and feelings of inadequacy can make a person hateful. A monster. That I was worth more. That I was the kind of girl a guy would change for.
Just waking up, I replied, as I sat up in bed. The text bubble that always popped up when someone was in the middle of replying showed up on the screen, and my stomach did a little flutter thing. He was alone. He was thinking about me. What time did you go to bed last night?
The better question would be what time did he go to bed last night. His last text had been distracted, and I assumed he was with someone else. Late, was my simple response. The truth was, I had sat on my sofa, cuddled up alone under a blanket, watching season three of Gossip Girl and eating popcorn that I would have to run off this morning. What were you doing up late?
That kind of question always annoyed me. Watching TV. Yet another thing I always forgave him for, just because he was so damn nice. He knew my two favorite shows.
He remembered everything about me. Which was yet another thing that complicated things for me. Gossip Girl. He was the only guy I knew who used emojis. At first, I thought it was weird, but I expected it now.
It was just Major being Major. Lunch today? Maybe Japanese? He loved Japanese food. And I was afraid, maybe just a little, that I loved him. Major I let out the breath I was holding. I could never be certain if Nan was pissed at me.
Did she have a reason to be? Not really.
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She was no-pressure and fun, and she offered me the release I needed. Not in that way. Nan had a way of making me forget that we could never be more. My job was too important. We could never be real.
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