Page 29 of Glass Jawed
Aarohi: I’ll have your coffee order ready at 8 AM sharp.
I stare at the screen. A slow grin spreads across my face.
She cracked.
Game on.
NINE
Lucian
“Do I seem like I’m over him?” I blurt out.
Before I can brace for the reaction, Liam pauses the game. The screen freezes with my team—Real Madrid—losing to his damn FC Barcelona. Typical.
I grunt and toss my controller on the couch, grabbing my glass instead. The whiskey burns slightly, not enough.
I can feel Liam watching me, probably wondering if I’ve grown a second head. I never talk about Tim. Not directly. Not like this.
It’s been a week since that dinner with Aarohi, and her words won’t stop circling in my head.’I think you’re still not over what happened.’
Was she right? Hell, I thought I was. But then... why am I even doing this? Why did I chase her down with charming smiles and lattes and text messages? Why did I make a fuckingplanto mess with her?
Jesus. My brain hurts.
“Lucian... the fuck did you just say?”
I look at him and he is, indeed, staring at me like I’m crazy. “I just... I went on a date. And I feel like I may have damned myself with the way I was talking.”
“Is it the barista chick?” He wiggles his brows—smiling.
I roll my eyes and shove his shoulder lightly.
“Alright! Listen... do I think you’re over him?” He gulps his beer in one go. “Maybe? But are you moving forward from him? No.”
I frown. “Elaborate.”
“I don’t know how it feels to be cheated on, but I can assume I’d react the same way as you are. You... you’re different, man. You barely go out. Your PS5 was literally collecting dust until a year ago. Not to mention—you drink every day.”
“I don’t drink every day,” I snap but then quickly realize that I do. Honestly, I can’t recall the last time I didn’t end a day with a drink in my hand.
He throws me a pointed look and I shake my head.
“Okay, let me ask you a few questions,” he quickly angles himself toward me on the couch, one shoe almost brushing the suede fabric. I wince involuntarily.
He looks at what I’m irked about and removes his foot from my sofa—all while rolling his eyes.
“Fine,” I sigh. “Hit me.”
“Do you still talk to Tim?”
“No,” I scoff. “The man is blocked!”
He nods. “Do you still think about him every day?”
“Of course not. Maybe a little since I started dating Rohi, but no... not every day.”
“Rohi, huh?” He smirks. “Nicknaming her already?”
