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“Because you want to see me just as much as I want to see you.”
“You sure about that?”
Now she’s just busting my balls to prove she can.
“Okay, well, I guess I’ll head home then.”
Seconds later I hear the click of the lock.
I can’t help the laugh that vibrates past my lips.
“There,” she says, making no attempt to open the door for me.
Reaching for the handle, I turn the knob and push it open, catching the backside of Clarke as she disappears inside her bedroom before I’ve fully entered the condo.
“Um, where are you going?” I ask, my phone still pressed to my ear as I shut the door and spin the lock.
“I wasn’t expecting company.” She suddenly sounds out of breath.
“And?”
“And I look awful.”
“Clarke.” I stop outside of her closed bedroom door, noticing that her condo is actually quite clean on my way through…Liar. “What are you doing?” I rap my knuckles against her door.
“Give me five minutes. I just need to make myself presentable,” she says through the door at the same time the phone beeps in my ear, indicating the call has ended.
“Open the door, Hamilton.” I stuff my phone into my pocket, knocking again.
“No.”
“Open it or I kick it in,” I warn.
“Please don’t.”
“Let me see you.”
“Why?”
“Because I don’t want you to feel like you have to be perfect to be around me. Now, open the door.” I knock again. “Or I’m going to start counting down.”
“You wouldn’t dare.”
“You want to find out? You have until the count of three.” Laughter shakes my words. “One. Two.”
“Okay, okay.” I can hear her more clearly now, pretty certain she’s standing directly on the other side of the door.
Finally, after what feels like an eternity, the door swings open, and I’m met with a makeup free Clarke, that I swear is even more fucking beautiful than when she’s all done up.
Fuck…this woman.
I let my eyes travel down her torso, over her oversized t-shirt and short, cotton shorts, all the way down to her bare feet with pink painted toenails, before coming back up to her face.
“I know… I look awful.” She pouts, gesturing to her hair, that’s tied in a loose, messy bun, several pieces having come loose over the course of the day.
“You look beautiful.” I reach for her, tugging her against my chest.
“You’re so full of shit.” She tries to push me back but isn’t able to shake my grasp on her.
