AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Me: I don’t know. Why was I even there? Was it a mistake?
Zander: No. You were there because I wanted to see you.
My breath hitches at his unexpected and direct response.
Me: Oh. But wouldn’t it have been easier to video call me instead of asking me to attend a video conference?
My phone rings. Holy moly, he’s fast.
But I’m in no state for a video call. I’m sitting in my pajamas and pigtails, ready to get into bed. I end the call.
Zander: What?
Me: We can talk some other time. I’m not ready at the moment.
Zander: Not ready for what? A call? Just pick up, Marr.
I ignore his call again. But when my phone rings for the third time, I know there’s no way I can ignore him tonight.
“Hello,” I mutter, embarrassed at being caught in such a state.
“Hello.” He smiles, and my eyes widen at the sight of Zander, who’s sitting on what looks like a balcony.
Does he know how impossibly handsome he looks under the yellow LED light?
The top button of his shirt is undone, and his tie sits loose around his neck.
“How…are you?” My voice shivers.
“Good. I just wanted to see you,” he says, giving me that killer smile and dimpled cheek.
“I look crazy.” I peer away from his piercing gaze.
How did I land here? Looking like a dork in pigtails ready for a hair wash tomorrow with an oily night cream on my face, while he’s all set for a photoshoot.
“You look cute. Pigtails suit you.” Zander smirks.
My heartbeat accelerates at his comment. “Don’t make fun of me.” I tug on my braided hair. “I wasn’t expecting a late-night video call from my boss.”
“I’m your friend. Oscar is your boss,” he states with a shrug. As if there is any truth in that technicality. Zander changes the subject. “How’s Logan?”
I turn my camera to the fishbowl beside my bed and bring it closer to my new roomie. “Alive, so far. I just wish he had some lips.” I glance at Logan’s expressionless face. “This way I could know if he’s happy and smiling. Right now, I have no clue.”
Zander bursts into laughter. “You’re funny.”
My heart feels lighter knowing I said something to get that laugh out of him.
“Lips or no lips, he looks happy, couch girl.”
* * *
“Why are we here?” Kristy asks, and by here, she means sitting on our living room’s vintage rug with pizza from Giovanni’s and iced tea.
“I need to ask you something,” I reply as she takes a bite of her pizza slice.
“About Zander?” She’s wearing a gray T-shirt with a cute coffee mug and I love coffee written in perky letters.
I nod, sipping the cold iced tea, hoping it’ll cool down some of the anxiety rolling in my stomach.
