“Why?” I feel the heavy weight of not being trustworthy enoughrest on my shoulder. “I won’t tell anyone.”
“No, silly.” Glancing at her, she turns her phone off. “It’s because he’s been showing his interest in you. It won’t go anywhere for me.”
I flush. “You don’t know that.”
Peeling the face mask off. Throwing it to the side like there isn’t a garbage bin right there. “There was an empty seat next to me and Katarina, but him and Dean took the seats beside you.”
“Dean sat next to Katarina.”
“No,” she exasperates. “Kat took the seat next to Dean, but when he saw where you were sitting. Merely walked in your direction and sat.”
My body warms. “I might just give off soft, comfy vibes.”
“Or you give off sweet, sexy girl vibes.”
The thought of Dean coming straight to me is… I shake my head. Irritating.Go away, Dean Vuk. Play with your big, lonely ego in that office of yours and leave me alone.
“I thought we were talking about Rhys,” I change the topic by giving her a look.
“We’ll talk about whoever you want after you send a message.”
She’s right.
I do what my brain tells me to do.
“Fine, done.” I turn my phone off. “Happy?”
“Yes,” she smiles. “Now tell me about this ex-convict dad of yours.”
Straightforward, a bit disturbing. “I’d rather go to sleep.”
“Oh, come on!” She moves to the edge of her bed, the light from the washroom glows onto her back. “Ten years in prison is a long time.”
You don’t need to tell me that.
“You remind me of my best friend, Sunny. She pushes me to talkabout things too.”
“Is it a youngest child thing?” She asks herself and I can’t help it. I laugh loud.
“You’re the youngest too?” I know the answer, but it’ll be funny if it is that.
“Oh yeah, got five older siblings. I’m spoiled rotten, but I have enough energy to push everyone around me down.”
“I knew it,” I shake my head with a smile. “I’m the youngest too.”
“No, shit?”
I pull back, “What? Is that shocking?”
“Kind of,” she pulls her hair to one side. “I thought you’d be the oldest or even an only child.”
“What?” I asked, shocked. “There’s no way I’m giving emotionally unavailable.”
I am the epitome of youngest child energy.
“You’re… well, you’re giving oldest child trauma trapped in the body of a twenty-four-year-old.”
That’s oddly specific. “Maybe I’m giving intellectual?”
