Page 109 of Resisting Mr. Granville

Jet shakes his head, smiling faintly. “I need to train a spy bot just to keep up with you guys.”

“I’d love to go with you, but I have to work tonight. I don’t think I’ll have time to do both.”

“Well, you can’t go to school without a phone,” Milo states. “That’s entirely out of the question.”

“I’ll go with you if Kennedy’s too busy,” Jet pipes in. “I know what she likes, and I need to get some new equipment, anyway.”

I’ve monopolized so much time and attention with all my drama, I think it would be good for Milo and Jet to spend a little time together. “There you go. I trust Jet to pick out my phone case.”

I glance back at Milo to make sure he doesn’t look disappointed. I think he might be, but I also just genuinely don’t feel like I have the energy to go out in the world and go shopping right now.

Working my shift tonight might be rough, but I’m so used to working at my not remotely challenging job, I can essentially go on autopilot and coast through the whole night.

Going out with Milo for the first time since that night… it’ll be different. The contrast of the last time he took me shopping, the beautiful dress and shoes he bought me.

The shoes. I felt so sexy on his arm in those shoes. I was so excited to get them and wear them for him that night, and then it wasn’t him I have to remember taking them off me.

My stomach turns over and I shove those dark thoughts down. I focus on making French toast, and try not to feel sick as I plate it.

Unfortunately, my mind has already taken me down a path I didn’t want to go down and all I can think about now is showering.

I eat as quickly as I can, only a single slice of French toast since my appetite is so small right now, then I tell everyone I’m going upstairs to shower.

I shower in Milo’s bathroom, but when I look at the walls, they might as well be Jonathan’s, and he might as well be in here with me. His body trapping mine against the wall, the hot steam making the surface slippery as I tried to hold on…

I feel a little panicky by the time I emerge from the shower. My energy has dropped like a rock, and I can scarcely make myself finish drying off.

I climb back in bed even though I’m wet and wrapped in a bath towel. I need to feel safe, and I feel safest in Milo’s bed.

Well, I feel safest in his arms, but this bed that smells like him is a solid second place.

I didn’t plan to fall asleep, but when the bed sinks beneath a man’s weight and my eyes reluctantly open, it’s definitely evening. It’s dark outside the window, and I’m momentarily disoriented.

Frowning, I roll over, but my heart lightens when I remember where I am and see Milo lying on the bed with me.

“Hey, you,” I murmur sleepily, scooting over and cuddling up close.

He kisses my forehead, then eases back into his spot. “Did you have a good nap?”

“I did. What time is it?”

“A little after seven.”

I gasp. “What? Oh my god, I slept all day! I was supposed to be at work hours ago.”

He grabs my waist, stopping me from rolling off the bed in a panic. “You aren’t working tonight. I went there earlier while I was out with Jet and let them know you wouldn’t be back.”

I blink. “You mean I wouldn’t be in tonight.”

“No,” he says simply. “I said what I meant.”

“You quit my job for me?”

“I did.”

My jaw falls open. “You can’t quit my job for me.”

“And yet, I did.”

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