Page 27 of Love In The Air

Iz: Thanks for making coffee.

After a moment, she rolled her eyes and typed more.

Iz: Sorry for kicking you out. I’m not the greatest with morning afters.

Honestly, she didn’t have a lot of them. Whenever she did have a casual hook up, the person usually left before morning. She’d never thought it an issue until Chance pointed out that she deserved better. What did he know? She didn’t care if her partner stayed the night. Why would she?

Chance: No problem. And sorry about taking a crack at your fridge. I can be a bit annoying when it comes to nutrition. I took some courses when getting my personal trainer degree. My ex told me I could be a bit too preachy about it. My bad.

She frowned. He hadn’t been preachy. A bit overbearing, sure, but that was just Chance, honestly, he’d been kind of sweet. Which is what freaked her out. They weren’t sweet to each other. Fucking Chance was one thing. It was raw and passionate, full of fiery emotions. But sweet…she wasn’t sure how to do soft emotions with Chance.

Iz: You’re fine. Honestly, I could stand to take my meal prep a little more seriously. I love making baked goods to share with everyone at the studio but cooking full-on meals just for me always feels like a hassle. It’s too hard to cook for one.

It always resulted in leftovers and leftovers did not do well in her fridge. She constantly forgot about them until it was too late. Then she had to deal with the mold producing science project in her fridge.

Chance: I could help with that.

Chance: If you want, I mean.

Chance: I know some great recipes that you can portion out and freeze for single meals and easy reheating later.

Of course he did, because Chance knew everything. Only…for once she didn’t feel that irritation deep in her chest when he offered unasked for advice. For some weird reason his offer felt less haughty and more…like help. An extending of an olive branch.

Or he wanted back in her bed.

She laughed at the notion. Her body totally for the idea even though her brain knew it was bad. Oh so very bad. Her fingers flew across the screen she sent off a response.

Iz: Are you just angling to get back in my apartment for more sex?

She held her breath, watching those three little dots appear and disappear on the screen. Her stomach pitched, heart pounding furiously, not knowing what answer she wanted him to say.

Chance:…maybe ;)

She laughed, holding her phone tight and shaking her head as a huge smile parted her lips.

Iz: Dream on, O’Brien.

Chance: Don’t need to dream, I have a photographic memory and those bad boys will be playing through my head all day.

Iz: Perv. I have work to do, go bother someone else.

Chance: Later Iz.

Iz: Later.

Clutching the phone to her chest, she let out a giggle before tossing the phone on her bed.

“Ugh, he’s so annoying.”

But the smile was still on her face all throughout the day.

When she arrived at rehearsal that night, a slight pang of disappointment filled her when she saw they were practicing the group routines tonight. She should be relieved she didn’t have to work with Chance, but she wasn’t. Not wanting to examine that too closely, she chalked it up to the fact that she just wanted to see if their activities last night had gotten rid of her issue with touching him. That was all.

Rehearsal was grueling. The group routine was hard. Much harder than her duo routine with Chance. Timing everything to be in sync with the other four performers in the act was going to be a nightmare, but it would look so amazing once they got it right. Unfortunately for her, Iz was having an issue with the roll down from Lion in the Tree into Alien Neck Hang.

“Hey, Tori.”

Her bestie turned as Iz approached her at the end of class.

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