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thirty-two
Lydia
It’s been three weeks.
And I’ve been so lost in Henry, that I haven’t even bothered with the outside world—though I did send Emma and my mother an email, letting them know I was taking some time to write. Though I haven’t. Maybe it’s the healing I needed after taking the life of someone—that I’ve now concluded deserved it. Or maybe I am just lost in falling for someone who seems to see me more clearly than the rest of the world does.
Well, and Cher has a killer library.
“Do you know when my phone is supposed to be here?” I ask Henry as he pulls a book from the shelf, flipping it over.
He shakes his head, squinting as he scans through the blurb on the back. I’ve decided that while he might be a murderer, he’s also kind of freaking adorable. And to be honest, I think I might be in love. He's attentive, careful, and somehow he comes across more sincere than anyone else I've ever met.
“It'll be here in a couple days, probably,” he mutters, putting the book back in its place.
“I should probably get to work on your book,” I say blankly, not having even cracked open my computer as I process the realization of my feelings.
He glances over at me, laughing. “You can do whatever you want, darling. You can never start it for all I care. Write whatever you want. I’ll still pay you. You can have whatever I own.”
I shake my head. “You’re ridiculous with that talk.”
“Nah, we’ll be married the moment we get out of here.”
My heart stutters in my chest. “Yeah, right.” I turn my attention to the back of a book, swallowing hard. My cheeks flush as he comes to me, wrapping his arms around my waist and kissing my neck.
“We will.”
“What about a proposal?”
“I’ll give you one if you want one.”
I frown, tipping my head back to catch his lips. “I don’t need one. I don’t even know if I want one,” I sigh, cringing as I think back to the last one. “I’d rather just make it to the freaking altar.”
“Mmm,” he hums into my skin. “Have I ever told you how much I’d like to bend you over in this room and take that tight pussy of yours?”
Goosebumps trail along my skin, but the sensation is cut short when his phone rings. We exchange a glance, and he gives me a light kiss before pulling it out of his pocket. I see the unknown caller on the screen, and watch as he answers, putting it to his ear.
“What do you have for me?” he asks his voice breathy. He’s nervous, and I feel for him. He hasn’t shown it, but I know his head is swimming over this. And as much as I want to hang around and listen, I decide to give him space, slipping out of the room and closing the door. I head for our room, deciding now is as good of time as ever to start on the book.
However, as I step into the room, Henry’s laptop catches my eye. It’s sitting on the bed, and I glance over my shoulder. I don’t know why I feel a pull toward it, but I do.
And I give in to that tug, walking over and opening it up.
I press the enter key, my stomach churning as the password comes up. I try his birthday, first—which I know thanks to Jude. It doesn’t work. I almost give in, but then for shits and giggles, I try my birthday. I laugh as I hit enter, expecting it to kick me out.
But it unlocks.
That’s a weird coincidence.
My heart jumps to my throat as the screen opens to the desktop, and I’m left gaping. I nearly close it, a part of me wanting to ask Henry when he changed the password to my birthday. I mean, he knows it. I’ve told him.
But…something still doesn’t feel right.
Hand sweating, I brush my finger along the pad, moving the cursor over the files, and my head feels light as my eyes land on the one that jumps out at me.
Lydia Waters.
I double click it.
