Page 77 of Not Your Girl
Amelia
It’ll be okay, El.
Me
Will it, though?
Amelia:
It will. We can be more careful at school. We’ll figure it out. I promise. I’ve been dealing with asshole men in STEM for my entire adult life. He’s just a bully.
Turn around.
After glancing at the door to confirm that the dean is actually gone, I turn and lock eyes with Amelia. She grins then sticks her tongue out at me. I chuckle, feeling my entire mood lift at the smile on her face and the way her brown eyes sparkle at me. I take another deep breath, trying to shove my anxiety away.
Me
We still on for tonight?
Amelia
Disaster movie night at Jordan and Jo’s and then a sleepover with my favorite guy and his teeny tiny dog? Bet your tight, perfect ass.
Can we take Killer on another midnight snow walk and get hot chocolate at that 24-hour diner by your house?
Me
What my girl wants, my girl gets. God, I adore you. I wish I could kiss you right now. Tonight is way too far away.
Amelia
I think there might be something we can do about that.
Me
Please tell me more.
Amelia
Nope. Just be prepared.
Me
Fuck, I need you.
Amelia
You’ll have me.
Me
Now.
Amelia
Patience, El. I’ll make it worth your while.
My brain finally settled after the turmoil of my run in with the dean, and I’m seconds away from working out a coding issue on one of my side projects that has been eluding me for days when the quiet creak of my office door opening pierces my bubble of concentration.
