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She’s quickly becoming an obsession.
I’m fascinated by her.
I slide my foot through one sock, only for my toes to show at the end. “What the fuck?” I mutter in confusion, lifting the other one in the air to see the ends have been cut. I chuckle, tossing the sock on the ground and opening the drawer up again to see all my damn socks have been violated with scissors.
The ends are gone from all of them.
Who does this? It’s another level of payback, honestly.
Again, I’ll play her game because I think her way of revenge is smart and clever, and honestly, she’s working through her feelings. I know this isn’t an easy position she’s in and I’m willing to wait until she realizes I’m not a threat to her.
For the hell of it, I slip my socks on, grumbling as I wiggle my toes on the floor, scoffing at how ridiculous I must look.
I don’t care. I want her to see that her attempts to anger me won’t work. I actually hope this little situation lasts throughout our relationship. It’s fun and it’s been a long time since I’ve had it.
Heading down the hall, the pads of my feet stick to the floor slightly and I can feel how cold the tile is. When I reach the kitchen, Gianni is there with Matias, both of them eating scrambled eggs and toast, bacon, cut-up fruit.
Rosie is at the stove and cracks a few more eggs into a bowl, throws in seasoning, and begins to whisk.
She’s making herself right at home.
I love it.
“She makes amazing scrambled eggs,” Matias says around a mouthful of food. “And the bacon is so crispy. It’s perfect.”
Rosie shoots a pleased smile his way. “Thanks, Matias.”
I want her smile directed at me.
Matias looks at me, the big grin dropping from his face when I give him an expression that could kill him.
“You’re welcome,” he mumbles under his breath, staring at his plate.
“You know, something happened to my socks,” I begin, inching my way to her, but she doesn’t take notice. She continues to cook as if I don’t exist.
Leaning against the counter, I cross one ankle over the other, then do the same with my arms. “Any idea how that could have happened?” I point to my feet, and she finally looks down.
The smallest twitch of her lips gives her guilt away, but if someone weren’t paying attention, they wouldn’t have seen it.
“I have no idea. I don’t know how that could have happened,” she shrugs, making two more plates of food without breaking character.
“Is that so?”
She begins to cut more fruit, placing them in a separate bowl. “That’s so.” She dries her hands off on a towel.
Gianni and Matias both lean sideways to get a glimpse of my feet and Gianni laughs so hard, he spews coffee.
“I’m sorry,” he laughs. “I’ll clean it up. That’s hilarious. That’s amazing. Bravo, Rosie.”
Rosie pours two coffees and two glasses of orange juice. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” she states in a way that she knows exactly what we’re talking about.
“Right, of course.” Gianni is still chuckling after he cleans his mess off the floor. He and my twin brother share an amused look.
“So you didn’t cut my socks?”
“Nope.” She doesn’t look at me though; she decides to fuss with the bacon next, placing a few pieces on the plates.
I lean down, her hair tickling my nose. “I like your hair like this. All messy and untamed.” She has it up in a ponytail and those spiral curls are everywhere. I love it.
