Page 61 of Change My Mind
I turned to look at her. “At this moment? No.”
“Cool. Just come out when you’re ready.” She climbed out of bed, the hem of her T-shirt falling down to cover her shorts. She looked soft and a bit sleep rumpled.
“Addie,” I called. She turned to look at me from the doorway. “Thank you.”
She smiled. “Of course.”
Thirty-Nine
ELI
“Eli, dude, can you please stop shaking your leg? The movement is making my head hurt,” Addie’s voice was quiet and amused.
I was lying on the sofa, while she sat hunched over at our small dining table that was doubling as her office. I was semi-watchingHands to Myself,which was apparently now both mine and Addie’s go-to reality dating show to watch when the other one wasn’t available to watchSight Unseenbecause neither of us were particularly invested in it. It was one of those shows that was good to have on as background noise.
There was an irony to me watching this show when it was becoming increasingly difficult to keep my hands to myself while Addie was in the room, even doing something as mundane as writing an academic paper.
Between the fact that she kept chewing on the end of her pen and the way the neck of her T-shirt had slipped down to reveal the slope of her shoulder while she looked at things over the rim of her glasses, I felt like I was going to explode.
This was like being fifteen again and sharing a classroom with her, except it was worse. Because we were in oursharedliving space, and Addie was all soft, exposed skin and long limbs curled up into a chair. There was still something so irritatingly sexy about witnessing Addie being smart.
And it was also very inconvenient. Hence, the leg bouncing.
I tried to stop it, and I was successful.
For two minutes. Then it started again.
Addie dropped her glasses onto the table and twisted in her chair to look at me.
“Okay, what is up with you? Why are you this fidgety? If this is because you haven’t been at work for less than a single day, then we might need to have a conversation about your dependency on your job.”
I laughed. “This isn’t because I didn’t go to work today. It’s nothing. I’m fine.”
And I was.
I felt less like I was going to cry at the drop of a hat, the guilt over forgetting slowly subsiding.
“Then why is your leg bouncing?”
“It’s nothing. I’ll try and stop.”
My leg did not stop bouncing.
“I think you’re lying. Do you want to talk about it? Talking might help.”
I had dared to forget who I was talking to. Adrienne didn’t like not having all the answers.
“Talking isn’t going to help with this.”
“Well, what’s?—”
“I’m turned on, okay?! You’re sat there being all academic and shit, and much like when we were younger, it’s doing something to me.”
Addie’s mouth dropped open before it closed again, andshe smirked at me. A look that made my already quite hard dick twitch.
“Did you just pop boners in science class?” she teased.
“I used to pop boners everywhere. Puberty was wild. And it wasn’t science that was my problem, it was always maths.”
