me, picturing the girl on the other side.
Would things be different if I was in a relationship with someone like Honor? What exactly was someone like her? It was hard to even pinpoint what made her different to me from all other girls. Maybe it wasn’t that I needed something like her, but just simply her. That would never happen. Still, I found myself laying there, staring at a wall, the separation between us more symbolic than I wanted to admit.
Chapter 13
Honor
Like the loser that I was, I found myself lying on my stomach staring at my wall with the man on the other side stuck in my mind. Again. I just couldn’t get away from him. What was worse was that I doubted he was in his bed doing the same.
No, Grey was too cool and aloof to spend his spare time replaying his day the way I did. Why couldn’t I be more like that? Why did I have to obsess and scrutinize everything when it came to him?
I’d decided not to crush on Grey, only to find myself in the same position as last night. I should have just made my excuses and not gone in his apartment when I heard noise, but instead I’d spent almost my entire evening with him and Jeanie.
I could blame it on my soft spot for the little girl. It wouldn’t be a complete lie, but I knew it also had to do with the inexplicable pull that was always there when he was around.
Despite my ire from last night and this morning toward him, I’d actually forgotten all about it and had enjoyed myself. That same comfortable feeling had surrounded us again, and with Jeanie there, we’d had fun and laughed as though it were perfectly natural.
God, we’d even danced . I sighed, turning my head to rest my cheek on my pillow as I remembered the feel of his arms holding me close. There was nothing sexy about dancing the waltz with Grey. And yet, there was something entirely sexy about dancing the waltz with Grey, if that made any sense.
Twirling around his living room had had the little eight year old Disney version of me dying from excitement. It was Beauty and the Beast and Sleeping Beauty come to life. Grey could definitely be a Prince and a Beast all at once, I thought with amusement.
He was so sure of himself, and just the size of him compared to me, made me feel more feminine than ever before. His arms around me had been hard and commanding, while at the same time calming.
Blowing out a breath, I rolled onto my back, sleep slipping further away the more I thought about him. Today might have been nice, really nice, but that didn’t change the reality of our circumstances. Grey had a girlfriend and I didn’t have time or a need for a relationship. All these thoughts were pointless.
Suddenly my phone dinged, the screen lighting up my dark room. A strange feeling filled my stomach as I reached for it. It was official, I was pathetic.
As my eyes read the name on the screen, I shook my head at my stupidity. My initial thought had been that it would be Grey. Not only did he not have my number, but he also had no reason to be texting me so late at night - or at all.
I really needed to stop all this nonsense. Swiping my finger across the screen, I opened Adrien’s message. Here was a guy who made a lot more sense for me. Not only was he single, and good looking, but he was also my age. Perfectly attainable. Except he didn’t make my heart race the way my tattooed, surly neighbor did.
Adrien : hey ;) you still down to get together tomorrow?
Me : it’s after midnight. Couldn’t you wait until tomorrow to text me? I could have been asleep.
His reply came almost instantly.
Adrien : A. You’re clearly not asleep, so stop complaining. B. You’re also not an old grandma, so stop complaining. C. I might be drunk and thought of you so I texted. And lastly, D. Stop complaining.
I chuckled, shaking my head.
Me : yes, we can still get together tomorrow. How about around 3?
Adrien : that’s more like it. I work until 5. How about I come over after and
Would things be different if I was in a relationship with someone like Honor? What exactly was someone like her? It was hard to even pinpoint what made her different to me from all other girls. Maybe it wasn’t that I needed something like her, but just simply her. That would never happen. Still, I found myself laying there, staring at a wall, the separation between us more symbolic than I wanted to admit.
Chapter 13
Honor
Like the loser that I was, I found myself lying on my stomach staring at my wall with the man on the other side stuck in my mind. Again. I just couldn’t get away from him. What was worse was that I doubted he was in his bed doing the same.
No, Grey was too cool and aloof to spend his spare time replaying his day the way I did. Why couldn’t I be more like that? Why did I have to obsess and scrutinize everything when it came to him?
I’d decided not to crush on Grey, only to find myself in the same position as last night. I should have just made my excuses and not gone in his apartment when I heard noise, but instead I’d spent almost my entire evening with him and Jeanie.
I could blame it on my soft spot for the little girl. It wouldn’t be a complete lie, but I knew it also had to do with the inexplicable pull that was always there when he was around.
Despite my ire from last night and this morning toward him, I’d actually forgotten all about it and had enjoyed myself. That same comfortable feeling had surrounded us again, and with Jeanie there, we’d had fun and laughed as though it were perfectly natural.
God, we’d even danced . I sighed, turning my head to rest my cheek on my pillow as I remembered the feel of his arms holding me close. There was nothing sexy about dancing the waltz with Grey. And yet, there was something entirely sexy about dancing the waltz with Grey, if that made any sense.
Twirling around his living room had had the little eight year old Disney version of me dying from excitement. It was Beauty and the Beast and Sleeping Beauty come to life. Grey could definitely be a Prince and a Beast all at once, I thought with amusement.
He was so sure of himself, and just the size of him compared to me, made me feel more feminine than ever before. His arms around me had been hard and commanding, while at the same time calming.
Blowing out a breath, I rolled onto my back, sleep slipping further away the more I thought about him. Today might have been nice, really nice, but that didn’t change the reality of our circumstances. Grey had a girlfriend and I didn’t have time or a need for a relationship. All these thoughts were pointless.
Suddenly my phone dinged, the screen lighting up my dark room. A strange feeling filled my stomach as I reached for it. It was official, I was pathetic.
As my eyes read the name on the screen, I shook my head at my stupidity. My initial thought had been that it would be Grey. Not only did he not have my number, but he also had no reason to be texting me so late at night - or at all.
I really needed to stop all this nonsense. Swiping my finger across the screen, I opened Adrien’s message. Here was a guy who made a lot more sense for me. Not only was he single, and good looking, but he was also my age. Perfectly attainable. Except he didn’t make my heart race the way my tattooed, surly neighbor did.
Adrien : hey ;) you still down to get together tomorrow?
Me : it’s after midnight. Couldn’t you wait until tomorrow to text me? I could have been asleep.
His reply came almost instantly.
Adrien : A. You’re clearly not asleep, so stop complaining. B. You’re also not an old grandma, so stop complaining. C. I might be drunk and thought of you so I texted. And lastly, D. Stop complaining.
I chuckled, shaking my head.
Me : yes, we can still get together tomorrow. How about around 3?
Adrien : that’s more like it. I work until 5. How about I come over after and
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