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That’s when my phone dings with a notification.
A new chapter from @MidnightLu is here!
So she’s not asleep and just uploaded another chapter.
RIP my sanity.
I swallow hard and read on.
39
LU
I am sick.My eyes are red slits. My head throbs. Despite the high temperatures outside, I’m chilly, so I throw on a pair of leggings and a hoodie with bunny ears. They are my comfort clothes.
It’s raining outside. The living room and open kitchen are dim.
Jace is already pouring me coffee. “You okay?”
“I’m sick.”
And judging by the way he looks, so is he.
“We both are, huh?” I smile at him weakly, wanting to wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him.
“I’m alright.” He smiles. “Grits? With bacon?”
I shake my head. “I think I need to lie down.”
“You need cold medicine.” And he’s already mixing an effervescent for me.
“You too,” I say.
“Already took it. Trust me, you learn very quickly in the army that you don’t get to call in sick.”
“Ugh.” I slump over the kitchen island, feeling like my head will fall off. “I need to work.”
“You are taking a day off, Lu.”
I shake my head. “I can’t take days off. I have so much work.”
But it’s not the ache in my every muscle or the pounding head that makes me disappointed but the fact that last night felt magical, and now I feel like we are back to being roommates.
“You need food, trust me. You’ll feel better,” Jace says, and for the first time, he’s making me breakfast as I sip Alka-Seltzer like it’s an exotic cocktail—I love bubbles.
There’s always a distance between us the next day after we get too close, and I don’t know how to make it disappear.
When he’s done cooking, he sets a plate with grits, eggs, and bacon strips in front of me. “Have some food.”
I nod and force it inside me, spoon by spoon.
Jace sits down on the stool next to me and stares at his coffee cup.
Rain drums against the terrace railing outside. Clouds are heavy, weighing down on the city. I want to get cocooned in this apartment with Jace.
“Tell me more about you,” I ask him, wanting to hear his voice.
I don’t know what triggers those short confessions out of him, but I’m eager to listen.
