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“I’ll be okay, Rome. I’m not scared of Sierra.”

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Chapter 12

Sammy

Livie walked into the workshop a little later than usual.

We caught eyes for a split second and I smiled at her. Her cheeks grew red, as we were both obviously remembering what had happened the night before. I was worried that we had made a mistake, that we had ruined the friendship that we had going. I was worried that she wouldn’t show up at all, but here she was.

She still went straight for the office, after stopping to chat with Zeke for a moment.

After I finished up what I was doing, I went into the office and sighed as I watched her scroll through the search results for her mother’s name yet again.

I wondered what it was like to have hope like that.

To be so sure of something, that even though it was only a minuscule chance of ever seeing something pop up - yet she still tried every day.

“Anything today?” I asked, closing the door behind me.

She only shook her head, not looking at me.

Today she didn’t slam her laptop shut like she usually did, she continued mindlessly scrolling.

“Why did you tell Antoni about the text?” she asked, turning her head slightly towards me but not looking at me still.

“I-” I frowned, “I didn’t mean to. It just freaked me out a little, it was like she was watching us.”

She sighed, running her hands through her long hair, “I know, I’m sorry. I felt the same way.”

“So,” I said, “are you safe?”

She spun around, a frown on her face, as she studied me.

“You don’t need to worry about Sierra,” she shook her head.

I nodded slowly, “I’m not worried about me, Liv. If she’s following you, Toni and I can help.”

She rolled her eyes, “I’ve dealt with scarier people than Sierra, Samuel. I’ll be fine.”

“Look,” I said, and regretted it instantly.

“Sam,” she cut me off, putting her hand up, “if there’s a question you want to ask, ask it.”

I smiled a little, and shook my head.

“Anything you want to tell me, you can tell me when you’re ready. Okay? I’m not gonna push it, and honestly, it’s none of my business.”

She smiled, “thank you.”

I meant what I said, but I’d be lying if I said that the curiosity wasn’t killing me. But it was true, it was none of my business. It wasn’t like she was really my girlfriend, and just because we had fucked, doesn’t mean she owed me any information about her private life that she wasn’t interested or comfortable in sharing.

Quickly, this girl was becoming one of the closest friends I had ever had.

When I was around her, I noticed myself speaking.

Like, talking.

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