Page 156 of Scattered Glitter

Why does she always come wrapped in chaos?

Why in the world?

My super well-thought-out plan worked yesterday, and Nicholas sought me out at the gym.

He asked me on a date or rather a coffee. First, he wants to show me parkour stuff. And I like to be prepared.

Sorry, I don’t have a clue about parkour.

Unless you count dodging idiots in this house as practice.

I grin, the memory of the last time I narrowly avoided a collision with Sylus flashing through my mind.

Parkour, my ass.

Ha-ha.

Some of us have standards. And that includes not jumping off buildings.

I stretch out on the bed, one arm behind my head, the other holding the phone. My pulse is steadying, the familiar back-and-forth with her easing the tension in my chest, replacing it with warmth.

That’s a shame. I thought you might have a secret ‘bad boy who does parkour at night’ vibe. Guess not.

Did you just ask if I’m secretly Batman?

Maybe

If I were, you’d be the last to know.

She takes a moment to reply, and I can practically feel her eye roll through the screen.

Anyway, can you be serious? I need some help.

Here’s a pointer: don’t break your neck.

So useful. Thank you.

I try.

A pause. Her next message has a hint of… nerves?

I don’t want to look like a complete idiot in front of him.

Why? Planning to impress him with a front flip?

More like planning not to trip over my feet and land on him.

Although that could be fun if I got us both naked first.

Fuck.

My mind drifts to the selfie she sent me—that damn dress hugging every perfect curve. I swallow hard, and at the same time, my dick says hello. I reach down to squeeze it, but that only triggers my guilty conscience, telling me to stop this shit.

I shouldn’t be thinking about her like this.

Taking a deep breath, I decide to deflect with humor.

Now, that would be impressive.

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