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What I wouldn’t give to change all of this, to make it so he was just a regular guy so I could be his wholly and unequivocally.
But that will never be. My orgasm morphs into sleep, and I pray my dreams will at least let me pretend.
Because ignorance really is bliss.
I’m back in the same nightmare, but instead of the beeping waking me up, it’s the pounding on a door. I shoot up again, the pillow that was covering my face tumbling onto the floor as Felix dashes off in fear.
The veryrealknock at my front door has me shoving the covers off my legs and throwing on shorts under the long tee I slept in. When I look through the peephole, I’m shocked to find Larissa’s face staring expectantly at the door.
I open it thoughtlessly and instantly regret it when she takes a look at my disoriented face. I pat a hand over my hair to control the frizzy bed-head. “Larissa, what—”
“Can I come in?” she says, pushing the door open and barreling past me before I can respond.
“Uh, sure, I—”
“Kate, are you okay?” she asks, plopping onto my couch and eyeing me warily.
“Um—” I don’t know how to answer that question, so I go with the socially acceptable answer. “Yeah, I’m good.”
I blink a few times and circle the coffee table to sit at the other end of the couch, becoming more alert.
What is she doing here? How did she even know where I live?
“Zo called me. He asked me to come check on you.”
What?“Why?”
She shrugs. “I was hoping you could tell me.”
My brows cinch together. “How should I know?”
She pins me with a disbelieving stare. “He seemed to be concerned that you haven’t been at work. He wanted to make sure you were okay.”
“Oh. Um, yeah, I… I’m not feeling well. I called out.”
She eyes me warily before accepting my response with a nod.
“What time is it?” I ask.
“10:30. Sorry I woke you.”
“No, it’s fine,” I reply, my brain still trying to catch up to what’s happening.He was worried about me?“Why did he send you?”
“I guess he couldn’t leave work.”
“Oh.” Of course. “How did you know where I live?”
“He texted me the address.”
“But he’s never…” He’s been to my complex but I’ve never brought him upstairs. I never had a reason to give him my apartment number. “How did he have my apartment number?”
“I don’t know, Kate. He seemed worried and asked me to check on you.”
I’m dumbfounded, and it must show all over my face because Larissa’s eyes fill with that dreaded look I hate—pity.
“Did something happen?” she asks, tentatively placing a hand on my knee.
“What? No, nothing happened. Everything’s fine.” My words come out rushed, and I want her to leave. Now.
