Page 53 of Overdue I Love You's
Do you know what can happen in eight weeks?
Murder, death, castration. All of the aboveandnone of the above.
Taking effort to blink his face and bright lights away, “This is the perfect time to tell all of you that I suck at games. And I mean, I’m absolutely terrible. One time my sisters and I played Anomia with my family friends and somehow Ikeptlosing.”
They start laughing and I’m proud of the efforts at redeemingmyself.
“Anomia’s hard,” Dean grumbles next to me.
My chest vibrates at its highest setting, knocking out every other organ that’s in the way with his acknowledgement. It’s small, nothing really, but my body does this thing where it’s squeezing the life out of my blood vessels.
Nervously chuckling. “Yeah, well…” I take a bite of the steak and that's it. I’ll never be satisfied with food ever again. “Anyways, my sisters tell me that it’s whatever, but I know secretly they’re laughing at what a fool I make of myself. So, heads up to all of you. Avoid being my partner.”
Dean’s covered arm brushes mine. His pretty tattoos carefully pour water into my empty glass. Language becomes insignificant. Words become unattainable. His action becomes my main source of communication and I’m gawking at him. “Thank you,” I say because the cameras are watching. Real people are looking.
Totally not because this hunk of a man—who I’m extremely irritated by—is being a hyperaware gentleman.Who knew I’d be thirsting over a man using ajug?
Stay mad at him.
He hates you.
Youhaveto hate him too.
But when he grabs a napkin to clean the drop of water that’s dripping down the glass, I’m not sure if I have the strength in me to hate him.
Rhys takes the jug from him with a stern look. “Dean,” he says. “You’re the only one who hasn’t talked yet.”
Dean doesn’t reply.
“He’s shy,” Katarina says.
Okay and you know that how?
She’s not wrong.
Okay and does it look like I asked?
The doorbell rings just then.
Hina and I smile at each other, “Another letter?” I ask with giddiness.
I move to get up but am hit with the sudden tornado of what might be low iron or the prodrome stage of a migraine.
Shaan comes back with a letter this time.
It reads: “FellowLove? Check!members, you are now allowed to reveal your age and jobs to each other.”
Dramatic gasps echo from Shaan to Hina.
“I’ll go first,” Katarina takes a decent sip of her water. “I’m twenty-seven and I’m a full-time makeup artist and part-time freelance model.”
“That’s very cool,” I say with a smile. It’s super cool. And crazy hectic. I’m stunned.
“I had a feeling you were in your twenties,” Rhys adds. “I’m glad I was right.”
Katarina smirks, “Bet you were hoping I was close to your age instead.”
“Do you think I’m fifty?”
