AllFreeNovel
Share Us
As the water touches my back, I’m reminded of Carissa’s presence as memories of the other night torture me.
I find myself hurrying through my bath to go back to her.
She’s already deeply indulged in the work by the time I return.
I stand by the door and watch her for a minute.
The way she handles challenges with poise and unwavering commitment is truly commendable.
Her fingers curl as she flips from page to page and runs her fingers through the white pages of paper.
Her eyes, hidden behind chic glasses, scan her tablet with a laser-like focus.
I didn't know she wore glasses.
The way she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear as she appears to be deep in thought and purses her lips as she struggles with tasks, has me fascinated.
“I didn't know you wore glasses.”
I must have startled her, because she puts her hand over her chest and nearly jumps off the couch. “Sometimes,” she replies, and turns back to her job.
“I’ll order dinner. What would you like?” I try to sound stern.
“I’m fine.”
“Are you sure?” I don’t wait for her to respond as I walk away. “I’ll order you some anyway.”
Carissa really refuses to eat when the food arrives, and between then and when I’m finally ready for bed, she’s already fast asleep on the couch.
A part of me wants to pick her up and make her comfortable in the bedroom, but another part of me decides to let her have her way.
Don't break character, Jayden!
Chapter seven
CARISSA
As the first rays of dawn creep through the blinds, I slowly stir in an unfamiliar place that definitely isn't my bed.
The surroundings are different, and for a brief moment, they are disorienting.
Stretching and rubbing my eyes, I sit up and remember the previous night’s work marathon.
My neck aches from the poor sleeping position I’d been in the entire night.
I glance around the living room, which is tastefully decorated but feels strangely foreign.
The scent of fresh coffee wafting in from the kitchen immediately jolts my memory as I fully realize I’m in Jayden’s home.
Silly boy couldn't even offer me a bed to sleep on.
The papers I’d been working on are scattered all over the couch and on the floor, and my bag sits half empty on the ground.
I look down and realize I even slept in my work clothes.
This job might just be the end of me.
So much for a fresh start.
