Page 58 of True Sight
“It was…” I start. I wouldn’t honestly know if it was delicious or not, we hadn’t gotten that far. Itfeltdelicious though, I can say that much.
“It was delicious,” she finishes for me.
I sigh happily. “I just can’t believe this is all happening.”
“Seriously, sweetie, I amsofucking happy for you. You deserve it. But hey, I wish I could gab more but I’m actually heading into a personal training session. Talk tomorrow at the studio?”
“Yeah, right. Tomorrow is good. You’re good with your classes and everything? That’s actually why I rang you in the first place.”
“Sure, you rang me to talk about classes. Pshh, no youdidn’t. You wanted to call and tell me all about your weekend hookup, which you will do in detail tomorrow. But yes, to answer your question I’m good for this week’s classes. Areyougood for this week’s classes?” I can tell by the sound of her voice that she knows I’m not.
“I will be by tonight,” I promise before saying goodbye and letting her go.
I stand from where I sat down on the sofa and place my cup on the island counter, heading towards my bedroom. There’s a pile of damp clothes in the corner that I lean over to pick up. Gently, I place each piece over my arm before turning around to pick up my own set of clothes that had been forgotten as well. Luckily, my flat has its own machines to do your washing which means I don’t need to go anywhere to do laundry. I open the washer and toss our clothes in before stripping the sheets off my bed and adding those in too. After I add the detergent and press all the buttons to start the load, I take a step back and watch as our clothes tumble and roll around, mixing and getting lost in one another.
Kind of how we had last night.
And kind of how I hope we do again soon.
“Hello?”I hurry out, trying to collect my things and dash out the door. My morning class ran over and the delivery guys for the studio were late which made me late in getting home to change and head back out for our Tuesday meeting. When I hear my phone ring I don’t even check to see who it is before clicking answer and pressing it between my ear and my shoulder. The person on the other end starts speaking but my phone slips and I can’thear them over the sound of my water bottle falling from my hand and crashing to the floor. A loud, echoing clanging sound fills my flat as my phone falls to the floor as well.
“Shit,” I sneer to myself. I know I’m doing too many things at once but I’m late and I know how much Conrad hates when I’m late. This is the first time I’ll be seeing him since he left on Sunday and I want him to remember why he talked to his therapist about me in the first place. Needing to quickly reset, I close my eyes and take a deep breath, shimmying out my shoulders as I do.
“Now just slow down and start over,” I whisper to myself. Feeling calmer, I bend over to pick up my phone. The person on the other line is still talking.
“Hello? Henry? Are you okay, what was that sound? Hello, sweets? You there?”
I smile widely to myself as I bring the phone back to my ear and hear his voice. He sounds concerned which warms my heart to a dangerous degree.
“Well, hello there, love,” I hum back to him as I bend down again to pick up my water bottle.
“Jesus, Henry, you scared me. I heard you say hello, then a big crash, then nothing. I thought you were hurt or something.” My bottom lip pouts as he speaks because I can just see his face in my mind. Stressed brows, hand running through his hair, completely bent out of shape. All because of me. I feel my cheeks flush.
“I’m sorry, I just had too many things in my hands. I was just on my way to meet you and?—”
“Shit, have you already left?” I stop in my tracks at his question, key dangling from the lock.
“Will you be mad if I say no?”
“Actually, for once, your propensity for being late worksin my favor. I was going to ask if you wanted to meet at my place for our meeting today?”
My chin dips to the floor as a smirk grows across my lips. “Your place?”
“Yes, the place in which I live.Myplace,” he replies with a hint of condescension in his voice.
“Is there a particular reason you’re asking me to come to your place instead of the coffee shop, Mr. Miller?” My backpack is on my shoulders and my hips sway side to side as I walk down my hallway.
“Do you wanna meet at my place or not?” he sighs, sounding on edge and I grin.
“I’ll see you in twenty.”
After my Uber picked me up and dropped me at his place, I head up to his apartment and knock on his door. As soon as my knuckles rap against the heavy wood, Annie explodes on the other side to signal my arrival.
“Stop it. Annie, knock it off. Move out of the way, youdamn dog,” I hear Conrad groan. Most people might think that by him calling her ‘damn dog’ that means he doesn’t like her but I’m quickly realizing the grumpier he is with you, the more he likes you. And I know that he loves his dog more than he likes most people—even if he doesn’t openly admit to it. When the door finally opens, I can’t help but smile like a complete twit.
“Hey”—he sighs, matching my smile—“come on in.”
I side step the two of them and am working to slip out of my shoes when, after closing the door, he slides a hand under my arm and spins me to face him. Before I know what is happening his lips are on mine. We hold each other for a moment, our lips crashing into one another’s, before he pulls away to look at me. I trace the half smirk he’s giving me with my finger.
