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Chapter30
Run again?
Grayson
She’s gone when I wake up.
My body leaves the bed quickly and starts moving without even thinking. I stop when I see Avani in the kitchen trying to cook. She turns around when she hears me, then smiles and returns to what she’s doing.
“Did you think I ran?”
“Are you cooking?” I reply, ignoring her. The smell of the food calms me slightly as I lift my hand and run it through my hair.
“Yes but be warned. I don’t cook, so it might taste like shit.” She laughs.
“You should be packing, not cooking,” I tell her.
She doesn’t react to my words, just turns with a plate full of pancakes and hands them to me. “Eat.”
I look down at them. They look unappetizing because they are flat—no fluff whatsoever.
“What? Do they look bad?” She puts honey in front of me instead of syrup. “I tried,” she says self-consciously. And it’s the first time I’ve seen her nervous around me. I smile and pick up the fork she put down. Cutting the thin, misshapen pancake, I take a bite. It tastes like crap, but I smile and swallow when I look up at her hopeful face.
Fuck.
That was like eating horse shit.
She beams and goes back to the stove to make more. I put the fork down and shake my head, reaching for the water and drinking it to get rid of the aftertaste that is left in my mouth.
“I’ve been thinking…” she starts, brushing her hair over her shoulder.
“Yes?”
“If I come back, we go back to our old deal. New bags.”
“You have a closet full of bags. Literally.”
“And?” She flips her pancake to the plate and sits down beside me. “Are you judging my bags?”
“Oh, hell no.” I smile.
“Good. Because if you judge my bags, you have to go. That’s not negotiable.” I lean over and bite her pancake from her fork. “Hey, that was mine.” She looks at my plate. “You haven’t even finished yours.” She cuts again and forks a piece, and before I can snatch it, she puts it in her mouth and starts to chew. Her mouth moves, and I see the shock on her face. She isn’t sure what she’s tasting then she spits it out.
“You—”
“Yes?”
“You liked that?” she asks, staring at my plate. I cut another piece, put it in my mouth, and chew. “That’s disgusting. How could you?”
“It’s great,” I say, mouth full of food.
“Grayson, tell me the truth.”
“You can have all the bags you want. You still have my credit card. It’s all yours,” I tell her.
Her eyes go wide. “No, that card is yours. I just used it to piss you off.”
“I gave it to you to use. And keep,” I inform her. “I have another. Did you even notice the name on the card?”
