Page 7 of Blind Bite
“I’ll text you tomorrow about coffee,” he promised.
“Yeah, goodnight.” I couldn’t help but smile but I’m surprised at how breathless I sounded.
“Goodnight, Lilith.” I watched as he walked away, back towards downtown where we had just come from. As I got to the complex’s door, I turned my head one last time to find him looking at me for a moment before continuing his journey. I knew I was smiling like the cheshire cat by the time I entered into the apartment and Amelie pounced on me.
“So how’d it go?!” she demanded as I made my way to my room to drop my stuff.
“It was amazing.”
“See? I told you this would probably be it,” she leaned against the wall in our small hallway. Amelie continued to prat on as I threw on pajamas and she finally sauntered away, saying something about having to force herself to sleep because she has to work bright and early, I flopped onto my bed and stared up at the ceiling. Mysti’s sweet meow rang through the space as she joined me, rubbing her head against my hand.
I considered Amelie’s words and how easy the date had been. How well Beckett and I got along.
“Maybe this was what I’ve been waiting for,” I mused, finding myself excited for his text tomorrow.
Chapter Six
Three days. Three whole days and not a single text. I stared at my phone for the thousandth time, checking my messages. Nothing. Exactly forty-seven times today I’ve looked and the only thing I’ve received was about a sale on acrylic paint, but who was counting?
“He’s ghosting me, isn’t he?” I flopped onto our beat-up couch, startling Mysti who gave me a betrayed look before jumping down. My cat’s tail twitched with the kind of judgement only felines could master, her yellow eyes practically screaming ‘how dare you disturb my slumber, peasant!’
Amelie paused her show, turning to face me. “Who’s ghosting you?”
“Beckett. The so-called perfect date who promised to text you two days ago.”
“Did you text him?”
“No,” I buried my face in a throw pillow. “I didn’t want to seem desperate.”
“Hello? It’s 2025. If you want to text him, text him.”
I peeked out from behind the pillow. “But he said he would text me. He seemed so genuine about it, too. That kiss...” His lips had been surprisingly soft despite that silver lip ring, and the way his fingers had traced my jaw made my skin tingle even now.
“Maybe he lost your number?” Amelie suggested, but her expression screamed ‘yeah right’. Taking advantage of her show being paused, she went rummaging in our tiny kitchen, probably hunting for comfort snacks.
“Sure, because phones just randomly delete numbers these days.” I grabbed my phone again, pulling up his contact info. “See? Still there. Still no text.”
“Men are trash,” Amelie declared, reaching for our emergency ice cream stash in the freezer. “Even the cute hockey players with lip rings.They’re all the same.”
“I really thought this one was different,” I accepted the spoon she handed me. “He actually listened when I talked about my apprenticeship and didn’t zone out during my Love Village rant.”
“His loss,” Amelie dug into the ice cream. “Though, Lacey’s matchmaking days are officially over.”
“Don’t blame her. Not Lacey’s fault he turned out to be another disappearing act.” I stabbed my spoon into the creamy goodness like I was performing an ice cream exorcism. “I just hate that I actually let myself believe this one might be different.”
“Want to watch that ridiculous horror movie you love? You know, the one where the dating app starts killing people?”
I cracked a smile despite myself. “Yes please. At least those ghosts had the decency to murder you instead of leaving you on read.”
“Remember that guy who thought taking me to the pet cemetery was peak romance?”
I snorted as the movie’s opening credits flashed across the screen. “What was his name... Trevor?”
“Travis,” Amelie corrected, she jabbed her spoon into the ice cream like it had personally offended her. “Because apparently liking horror movies means I want to commune with dead pets on a first date.”
“Right! He spent the entire time whining about his ex dumping him over his death metal obsession.”
The ice cream had turned into cookies and cream soup in my bowl.
