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“He wants Logan back?” Her eyes bug out at me, and a giggle slips from my mouth in the middle of my nervousness.
“No, Logan is safe here. It’s…” My words falter as my grip around the glass tightens before I place it on the floor. “I’m…”
“What’s the matter?” She places her hand on my knee and squeezes.
“I’m confused.” My hands pull on the cuffs of my flannel nightshirt. “You know Zander and I, we’ve been texting for a while.”
She nods. “Yeah, Rose. I know he likes you.”
“You…think so?” My heart stumbles over its next few beats.
“The way he’s organizing unnecessary video calls, sending all those fish—”
“It’s just one fish,” I correct.
“You know what I mean. But what’s the problem?” She gives me a pointed look.
“Of late, the language of his texts is… different.”
“You guys are sexting?” she yells so loud, I jump in my seat, my back hitting the couch.
“No! God, no. Most likely…it’s nothing and I’m just imagining things.” That’s my biggest fear and also the reason why I need Kristy’s advice.
“Tell me what he said, and I’ll decide if it’s nothing or not.”
With great trepidation and my heart hammering against my rib cage, I tell her how, two days back, Zander put me in a mushy daze while he commented on my sleeping habit.
“If you were my girlfriend, Marr, you’d have to be in bed at nine to continue your routine of sleeping at twelve. I’d need three hours to have my way with you.”
And when I asked him nervously what he meant by having his way, he simply replied, “I’ll talk to you for at least three hours about our day before I let you sleep. You are a very easy person to talk to.”
I know guys flirt often, though not many have flirted with me. But with Zander, I don’t know. Is this even flirting?
I have no clue whether the ginormous texting spree that has been going on without a break for over a month now has changed my relationship with the man who became my friend over an empty cup of coffee or if it’s just my confused, hallucinating brain.
“I’m stumped,” I tell Kristy, who’s hanging on my every word.
“I can’t say I’m surprised. Mighty Zander Teager, enamored of our Rose.” Her gaze doesn’t leave me as she leans back, taking support of the love seat.
Her words make my heart race, which is its usual state these days.
“You think…so?” I wish so badly for Kristy’s words to be true.
The feverish feeling I have around Zander is like his personal electricity directed toward me. I feel it every time there’s even a reference to him. It’s only recently that I’ve realized this feverish feeling isn’t bad. It makes me warm like hot cocoa in winter.
“He’s totally into you. Did you not see how upset he was when our camera didn’t work on the last conference call?”
I chuckle while remembering the day. He was so restless throughout the whole meeting.
“When he met us in the café that morning, I wasn’t sure if his attraction was because of your genius freaky mind or your sweet shyness.” She taps the tip of my nose with her finger.
“Only you can call me a freak and sweet in the same sentence.” I pout, and it’s her turn to giggle. I remove the empty pizza box and lie back on the rug next to her, my gaze following the concentric circular design on the ceiling of our living room.
“Do you really think it’s possible, me and Zander? As much as I want it to be true, I’m scared. He doesn’t know…” I can’t finish the sentence, the familiar cold engulfing me.
“No, Rosie. Don’t go there. Zander is lucky to have grabbed your attention.” My best friend grasps my hands tightly, willing me to believe in her words.
I know she’s right. I should be happy for these unfamiliar sensations and feelings. For so long, I thought my life would be just me, my work, my comic books… basically only me. But now Zander is knocking on the closed doors of my heart, urging me to open them. The question is: am I prepared to find out what’s inside and ready to take a chance?
