Page 73 of The Perfect Love

Because something’s wrong?

She doesn’t want to talk?

Which makes me worried all the same.

I hit the call button next to her name, but it goes directly to voicemail. Which means she didn’t deny my call. Her phone is off.

Or dead.

Am I reading too much into this?

Fuck.

And then my feet are moving, and I don’t realize what the fuck I’m doing until I’m in my car, leaving campus from the opposite exit as usual.

I guess I’m going to see Chelsea.

She said her apartment is on the third floor, so when I get there, I go inside and take the stairs two at a time, heart beating in my ears.

What am I doing?

What if she thinks I’m crazy?

What if something’s wrong?

That’s the one that keeps my feet moving.

Not at all the idea of losing her before I’ve even had a chance to fully fall for her.

When I get to her apartment door, I pause, only for a moment.

You’re here because you care, not because you’re a psycho stalker.

Fuck.

I run a hand through my hair, then knock.

It takes a second, but then I hear footsteps.

My stomach churns, and I brace myself. I’m not sure for what.

God, I’m pathetic.

The door swings open, and the second Chelsea sees me, her eyes fly wide.

At least she’s physically okay.

“Trevor. What are you…” She trails off and looks over her shoulder, then winces. “Shit.”

“Sorry. I should go. You weren’t answering my texts, and I was worried about you, but you’re clearly okay, and if you need space—”

“Whoa, slow down.” Again, she looks over her shoulder. “How many times have you texted me today?”

“Only a few,” I sputter. “And I called once.”

“I’m sorry. I had a moment earlier and turned my phone off, then forgot about it. I was going to call you once I was done making some hot cocoa.” Her teeth sink into her bottom lip, and fuck, now I want to kiss her. Maybe I should’ve left that roller coaster emoji next to her name in my phone. “Do you want to come in?”

I stare at her for a moment. So far, that’s one thing she hasn’t been comfortable with.

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