Page 11 of Apex of the Curve
“I’m at home. I had a hidden key… Yes, that’s fine. Okay. See you in a few. Bye.”
I was proud of her. She wasn’t taking any shit from her friend and letting her gaslight her. I held out her book when she held out my phone.
She took it, one eyebrow going up at the card sticking out the top.
“New number to add when you get your phone back,” I said. “Just call if you need anything.”
“Oh, thank you,” she said with a light blush. “I don’t want to impose any more than I already have, though.”
“Hey, it was no imposition,” I said. “Just glad I was there to catch you.”
“Me too,” she murmured, setting her address book aside on top of one of the boxes.
“I’ll, uh, be right back,” she said. “Just two seconds.”
“Take your time,” I murmured at her back. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t checking out the rounded curve of her ass beneath the checkered flannel of mine she had on.
She disappeared into one of the bedrooms and I sighed, rocking back and forth impatiently between my heels and the balls of my feet on the area rug that covered the worn-down hardwood floor beneath it.
I could already tell, she was gonna be on my mind for a minute. I somehow hoped she would find an excuse to call me soon.
