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Chapter Twenty-six
Finley
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“You came back,” I say, looking up from my book when Abel steps into my bedroom.
“I told you I would.”
“I know, but I thought maybe after you had a chance to process everything you might have changed your mind.”
“That’s not gonna happen, so you might as well get that out of your head.” He drops his jacket at the foot of my bed before climbing in next to me. “What are you reading?” He settles back against the headboard and looks down at the book.
“Little Women,” I tell him, closing the book so he can see the cover.
“And how many times have you read this book?”
“Only like ten times.”
“Only.” He chuckles. “I’m lucky to get through a book once.” He takes the paperback from my hand and turns it over. I watch as he reads the description on the back, not able to tear my eyes away from him.
Last night, after he left, after the high of seeing him again after so many weeks had worn off, I started to question how sincere he was about sticking around.
Not that he gave me any reason to doubt him. It’s just, how much can I really ask of someone who’s still getting to know me?
Yes, we’ve been texting and talking for a couple weeks, but that was before he knew I was sick. Which, no matter how much he wants to act like it doesn’t change things, we both know it does. How could it not?
“Sounds interesting.” Abel hands me the book back.
“It is. Hence why I’ve read it multiple times.” I turn, setting the book on my nightstand before looking back at Abel. “What are you doing here?”
“I wanted to see you. Should I have called first?”
“No, I’m glad you’re here. Just surprised is all.”
“Well you better get used to it because I’m not going anywhere.” He takes my hand, entwining our fingers together. “How are you feeling today?”
“Not great,” I admit.
“Your stomach?”
“Among other things.” I nod. “I just feel really run down.”
“Want me to go so you can get some sleep?”
“No.” I shake my head.
“Claire’s out there making a feast for ten it looks like.” He gestures toward the door.
“She’s decided if she makes all my favorite foods it will increase the odds that I’ll eat something.”
“Sounds like one hell of sister.” He leans his shoulder into mine. “You’re lucky to have her.”
“I really am. I may have gotten the short stick in the mom department, but I hit the jackpot when it comes to sisters.”
“Speaking of your mom, does she know?” he asks, not having to elaborate on what he’s talking about.
“No.” I shake my head.
