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“You do?”
“You usually have earbuds in when you’re working. I also know you listen to vintage music.”
“Are you a stalker?”
“I prefer professional watcher, just like you.”
“M-me?”
“Yeah, beautiful. I know you come to watch me sometimes.”
My cheeks are burning hot. “I do not.”
“We have glass walls, in case you haven’t noticed, and that means I can see you through them.”
I stare down at my lap. “I…wasn’t there for you.”
“Uh-huh. Your denial is adorable.”
I glare at him. “Don’t call me adorable.”
“Well, you are. Deal with it.” He motions at my phone. “Why do you like vintage music?”
“I’m an old soul that way. I like historical novels, music from decades ago, and everything vintage.”
“But you’re in IT.”
“An old soul with a futuristic mindset.”
The corners of his lips curve in a smile before it spreads all over his face. “I like that.”
My breath catches and it takes me a few tries to swallow it down. Hearing him say he likes that while smiling makes me think that maybe he likes me.
And that’s just stupid.
If there’s anything Knox has proved thus far, it’s that whatever is between us is only sexual, so I better kill that small voice whispering inside me.
“What’s your favorite band?” he asks.
“I don’t really have one.”
“Come on, everyone does.”
“Guns N’ Roses, I guess. They make me feel powerful.”
“You mean their music does.”
“What’s the difference?”
He’s poker-faced as he says, “There’s one. It’s their music, not the men in the band.”
“No clue about the logic in that, but whatever.”
We continue eating in silence, listening to the music and stealing peeks at each other. Or I am, anyway. Knox watches me openly, periodically narrowing his eyes on me and pursing his lips as if he disapproves of something.
“What?” I ask when he continues doing it.
“I want to see your real eyes.”
