Page 91 of Safe With You

Trust me.

Two ordinary words.

There was no reason for them to sit differently than the rest of his message.

But they did.

I read them again before answering.

How much is a little?

Enough to stop asking what to do with your hands every five seconds.

My mouth fell open.

I have never asked you what to do with my hands.

Not yet.

I narrowed my eyes at the phone.

You seem very confident about this.

Occupational experience. Everybody forgets they’ve had hands their entire life as soon as a camera comes out.

A laugh escaped me before I could stop it.

Fine. I’ll try to trust you a little.

The typing bubble appeared.

That’s all I need.

I looked at the message longer than I needed to.

“Nothing, huh?”

I locked my phone.

Naomi was still watching me.

“What?”

“You’re smiling.”

“I laugh all the time.”

“I said smiling.”

“Go make somebody a latte.”

She turned away, but not before I caught the smile she was trying to hide.

I shook my head and put my phone facedown beside the keyboard.

A few minutes later, Rachel replied to my email.

I opened that one first.