Connor’s eyes are on his computer. He hasn’t seen me yet.
I skirt around the edge of the office, getting more than a few curious stares from my former coworkers.
My ankles buckle, but I trudge on. I’m not here for them; I’m here for him.
The conference room is clear, and I slip inside then open my phone.
I watch Connor’s back as he pulls out his phone to answer my call. I imagine him smiling as he relaxes in his seat and stretches his arm behind his head.
“Hey, beautiful. I was just thinking about you.”
“Hey.” I bite the edge of my cheek to keep from giving myself away too soon. “I, uh, need to talk to you about something.”
He sits straighter in his seat. “Okay… what’s up?”
I hesitate, letting the pause speak for itself. “This isn’t working.”
“What?”
“Our relationship,” I clarify.
“Maddie.” He springs out of his seat and yanks on his tie until he frees it from his neck. “No, don’t say that.”
I cover my mouth to control my laughter. I know, I’m awful. But last week he convinced Gunnar that I had a tapeworm so he’d stop asking me out. I didn’t find out until yesterday why all my coworkers have been treating me like a pariah.
When I tried to get mad at Connor, he kissed me until I forgot. For the moment. Needless to say, I’ve been planning my revenge. This is what Connor and I do. Loving him is fun.
“I don’t think I can do this anymore.” I bite my lip at the outright lie. Being with him is all I want to do. And I hope what I have to say at the end of this prank will be enough for him to forgive me.
“What? Why?” His voice is strained.
“You let the volleyball girls saran wrap my car.”
“I told you, it was an accident.”
“And you told my mom we would name our first child after her.”
“That was supposed to be a joke.” He tries.
“Good luck telling her that now. She’s already bought me three baby outfits because she thinks I’m pregnant.”
“Seriously?”
No, she only bought one, but a little fib here and there never hurt.
“Then you wrote on my mirror with my lipstick.” Which was actually adorable, and I took a million pictures of it.
“I wrote a love note.”
“It won’t come off.” I pretend to cry. “And that was my favorite lipstick.”
“I’m sorry. I was trying to be sweet.” He shoves a hand through his hair. “Where are you? I’m coming to you. I’ll fix this, I promise.” He fumbles around in his desk and comes up with his keys.
Tears gather at the corner of my eyes with the love I feel for him.
“Maddie?”
“What?” My voice comes out choked with emotion.
