She starts putting a bunch of shit on her face, and I dead ass can’t fucking believe her right now. “Are you doing your fucking skincare routine right now, Sage?”
“Of course I am.”
Of course, she is?I open my mouth but immediately clamp it shut and grab her food and juice from her fridge. Walking overto her at the desk, I pull up a chair beside her before taking the top off her plate.
“Ridiculous skincare routine,” I mumble under my breath as I cut her steak for her.
“What was that?”
I shake my head before scooping up some mashed potatoes and a piece of steak. I hold it out to her, and she turns her head to the side. “I can–”
“Open.”
She sighs but opens her mouth as I feed her. She continues putting different serums and lotions on her face as I literally spoon-feed her. I bring her straw to her mouth, and she sips her juice with a smile. I almost roll my eyes at her, but she’s so fucking pretty, I can’t even be mad that she’s acting so normal after just passing out.
When she’s done with her skincare routine, she turns to grab the fork. “Do you want some?” She takes another bite, and I plant a soft kiss on her cheek before shaking my head.
“No, beloved. Finish.” I keep my eyes on her as she glances down at her plate, and a weird look crosses her face.
“I’m sorry for the bitchiness… I don’t think you only came here to have sex with me. I can tell you care about me, and I know you’re trying to help.”
When she turns her head to me, I kiss her cheek again. “We’re notjustfucking, so cancel the stupid date you rescheduled.”
She leans back as she watches me, and I can see her biting back a laugh. “Does that mean we’re also not humans?”
I roll my eyes when she laughs. I know what she’s asking, but I don’t know what we are. I meant what I said about not wanting to date her, and it worked out perfectly because I didn’t meet whatever standards she had, but that was months ago, and now…
Now my dumbass got too close, and I feel like my skin is disintegrating when she cries, so I adopt nasty cats for her, and when she excitedly rants forhoursabout whatever fashion show she’s in, I spend a fraction of my paycheck to watch her walk on a damn stage.
I care. I fuckingcare, but I can’t. When I told her that we werejust fuckingI immediately wanted to take my words back, but I said that because it sounded a hell of a lot like she wanted a label on this, and it scared me. Everyone I ever cared about is either dead or forgetting about me and I’m the common factor in all three of their lives. When I get close, people leave. All of my friends do, which is why I stopped forming close friendships. Jordan has been the only one who has stuck around ever since college, but the rest of our group ended up growing apart. And even though I try not to care when people leave, this time, I do, and it’s driving me insane.
“Finish eating.” I give her a kiss before heading to the bathroom. I shut her shower off and stood there in thought.
This woman deserves so much more than my bad temper, but I’m too much of an asshole to let her date guys in Armani suits and bad cologne, so she’s stuck with me.
“Fuck. I'm falling for her…”I was just starting to like being alone…“Jordan isnevergoing to let me live this down.” I shake my head at myself and walk out of the bathroom.
Sage gets up with her plate, but I stop her when she walks to get the trash.
“You’re not done.”
“Yeah, I am.”
“Sage.” I don’t let her respond, and take the plate from her. “You barely touched your plate. Why don’t you want anymore?”
She shrugs, and when her face falls, I feel a fist come around my heart.
“You need to finish all of it, Sage.”
“Allof it?!” She suddenly looks like the idea scares her, and I realize this is worse than I thought. I bring my hand to hers, and she tries to pull away, but I don’t let her.
“Dory, it’s not even that much, and I know you’re not full.”
She tries to convince me that it’s a lot of food, but she’s wasting her breath. “This is way more calories than my meal plan and–”
“But that’s notyourmeal plan, Sage.” I see the realization cross her face, and she takes a small step back. “Let me see your actual meal plan.”
She shakes her head, but I grab her phone and hold it out for her to unlock.
