Page 65 of Meet Me In The Dark
“I didn’t say—”
“See you Thursday,” he calls over his shoulder.
I watch him go, frustration simmering.
I only turn toward my apartment when he’s inside his car.
As the door clicks shut behind me, I swear I hear the low, rumbling growl of Julian’s engine speeding away.
I sigh and press my forehead against the cool door.
“Asshole.”
Twenty
Julian
Celeste made a point of telling me she doesn’t run on Wednesdays.
Her words were delivered with an icy glare that I should have heeded.
Yet here I am, posted up outside her apartment complex, looking every bit the idiot I swore I would never be.
I adjust my hoodie and shove my hands into my pockets against the cool morning breeze. The street is quiet except for the faint hum of traffic in the distance and the drumming of my fingers against the car.
I’m here early just in case thatstubborn woman tries to slip away unnoticed.
It’s crazy, and I fucking know it.
Footsteps approach behind the glass door, pulling me out of my thoughts.
When she steps outside and sees me standing here, she stops, shuts her eyes, and takes a deep breath.
I think she’s counting to five.
Whatever she’s doing isn’t working because she looks furious.
In the next breath, she throws her head back and lets out a fake cry. “Noooo.”
Satisfaction blooms in my chest. “I don’t run on Wednesdays, my ass.”
Color flares in her cheeks as she pushes past me and starts running.
I wait a beat, admiring the sharp set of her shoulders before pushing myself forward.
Her ass is perfect this morning, hugged in black leggings.
“You’re welcome, by the way.”
“For what?” she snaps, not looking back at me.
“For the motivation. It’s clearly working. You’re already running faster.”
“That’s because I’m trying to get away from you.”
“Good luck with that.”
She shoots me a glare sharp enough to cut glass, but doesn’t break stride.
