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Chapter Six
Cydne
April 15th…
Since I woke up this morning, there’s been a sense of expectation surrounding me. Something is coming, something big. It’s more than my usual visit with Enzo, the fun of “getting one over” on Curtis, especially as that’s not the case anymore.
We’re in limbo, and while it’s a fun game, the bar can only go so low before you need to find new entertainment. And as I wait to see what that will be, excitement and nervousness swirl around inside me. As does trepidation. I know this will change everything, that’s inevitable, but how?
And will it be for the better?
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A couple hours later, when I walk inside Curtis’ to find him standing there waiting for me, I realize I’m about to find out.
“There’s my dog thief.”
I act outraged, then correct him, “Dog borrower. Use your words.” He snickers, so I continue with, “Besides, finders keepers and all that.”
“Youfoundhim in my house,” he helpfully reminds me. I shrug, having no defense for that.
“Enzo didn’t mind spending time with me.”
“Who would?”
That makes me pause, my voice giving out as I ask, “Does that mean you would? Hypothetically speaking, of course.”
Curtis strides closer, stopping just shy of crowding me, and blows my mind when he bluntly responds, “Fuck hypothetical. I’m flat out saying I would.”
**Curtis**
I’m worried I’ve gone too far when I see the pulse in her neck speed up, hear her breath catch, then the slightest moan leaves her as I lean forward, sticking my nose in her hair and smelling it as I did that first night.
“Before anything else happens,” Cydne whispers, “I want to say thank you for taking care of me that evening.”
“It’s what anybody would have done.”
She shakes her head no, eyes looking watery as she argues, “Not in my experience.”
“Then you knew the wrong people,” I respond, hoping she catches the fact I’ve used the past tense.
“Truer words were never spoken.”
Slowly placing a hand on her shoulder, I use the other to cup her cheek. “There’s a story there, and I want to hear it, but when you’re ready to share it. Okay?” A nod as she rests her face in my palm. Trusting me. Fuck me. I could climb Mount Everest and never feel the same sense of accomplishment that her doing that gives me.
This woman has no idea of her power over me.
“You want to know what’s weird?” I tell her I do. “This is our first time in the same room in what, a month” – I check the time and inform her that in a few hours, it’ll be twenty-seven days, so she corrects her estimate, then resumes with – “yet I know you as if we’ve spent all of them together.”
“In a way, we have. I feel like we’ve been dating since that morning you stole, I mean borrowed, Enzo.” She laughs, the sound ripping free from her, nothing delicate about it. It’s pure joy and I’m hoping some of it attaches to me. “Have dinner with me,” I demand with no chill factor whatsoever.
“Haven’t we already shared quite a few meals?” She teases.
“We have, but I want to sit across from you this time. To watch you eat, knowing the food I provided is filling you. Wonder whether you’ll let me kiss you.”
“Best lines ever,” she mutters.
Confused, I ask her to repeat that, then immediately refute her assumption. “Truth, Cydne. Lines are something little boys use to get in a girl’s pants.”
