“I’ll bring Kaelyn.”
“I’ll bring the smelling salts.”
I laugh.
He slaps my shoulder. “I’ll text you the address.”
As Ollie walks off, I tug my phone out of my pocket and think about what I just said.
She’s my girlfriend.
That was too easy. That word rolled off my tongue like honey.
It shouldn’t have been that natural.
What the hell am I doing?
I shake my head and promise myself I won’t refer to Kaelyn as my girlfriend again. I thought I’d need practice. Turns out, I don’t. It’s like I was waiting to say that. Like I’ve been saying that for years.
I have to remember that it’s not real.
We’ll play this game until there’s no need and then it’ll end. Just like that. I can’t form bad habits along the way. That’s not fair to Kaelyn.
Dragging myself off the bench, I head to the showers and quickly change for work. My hair’s still dripping wet when I walk into the office half an hour later.
My assistant gives me a secret smile when I stride past her desk.
I pause. Check my pants to make sure my zippers not down.
Nope. I’m good.
“Sir?” She blinks, that grin still in place.
I run a hand through my wet hair. “Something wrong?”
“No sir.” She’s showing off all thirty-two of her teeth.
I scrunch my nose. “Alright then.”
Reaching out, I open the door of my office.
Immediately, I see a pair of shoes kicked off near my desk. A purse thrown haphazardly on the arm of the chair. A gift bag nestled in the corner of the sofa.
I inhale. Exhale.
It’s not weird.
No. Not weird at all.
We kissed.
We made out.
But we’re still Kastle and Kaelyn.
We’re still us.
“When did you get here?” I ask, picking up her heels and setting them on their right side, both pointing towards the door.