Page 13 of Silent Count
“Organizing?” His brows shoot up. “Like … closets? Calendars? Color-coded chaos?”
I shrug, keeping my tone light. “Exactly that. Drawers, closets, planners … I like putting things in order. It’s kind of my thing.”
“You don’t watch those organization porn videos on TikTok, do you?”
I lean forward and drop my voice to show I’m serious when I say, “All. Night. Long.”
He laughs, shaking his head. “Okay, I have to admit, that’s way more specific than I expected. And somehow … kinda cute.”
“You might be the first one to ever believe so,” I tease.
He laughs again, clearly entertained. “Unbelievable. Organized chaos … meets mystery girl.”
“Exactly,” I reply, flashing him a small smile.
We stare at each other, smiling. There’s a sizzle in the air between us that seems to have ignited over simple banter.
This kind of feeling isn’t something I’m used to. Magnetic men aren’t usually my type. I like them mellow and easy to get over when the relationship ends.
Bo, though, is a different breed of man. He’s the kind that can pull you in with chiseled good looks and then trap you with his wit and humor. That is a dangerous combination.
My phone buzzes from my bag, breaking my attention from him. I pull it out and see a text from Noelle.
“Oh, I’m very impressed,” I say, deadpan. “You’re basically every girl’s dream guy.”
“Exactly.” He sits back, smug, though his eyes are glinting with amusement. “And you? What’s on your profile? Got any hobbies?”
I tilt my head, smiling like I might answer. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
He groans, dragging a hand over his face. “You’re gonna make me work for every scrap, aren’t you?”
“Pretty much.” I’m enjoying the little spark of frustration in his eyes. “Fine. I’ll give you a hint. I like organizing.”
“Organizing?” His brows shoot up. “Like … closets? Calendars? Color-coded chaos?”
I shrug, keeping my tone light. “Exactly that. Drawers, closets, planners … I like putting things in order. It’s kind of my thing.”
“You don’t watch those organization porn videos on TikTok, do you?”
I lean forward and drop my voice to show I’m serious when I say, “All. Night. Long.”
He laughs, shaking his head. “Okay, I have to admit, that’s way more specific than I expected. And somehow … kinda cute.”
“You might be the first one to ever believe so,” I tease.
He laughs again, clearly entertained. “Unbelievable. Organized chaos … meets mystery girl.”
“Exactly,” I reply, flashing him a small smile.
We stare at each other, smiling. There’s a sizzle in the air between us that seems to have ignited over simple banter.
This kind of feeling isn’t something I’m used to. Magnetic men aren’t usually my type. I like them mellow and easy to get over when the relationship ends.
Bo, though, is a different breed of man. He’s the kind that can pull you in with chiseled good looks and then trap you with his wit and humor. That is a dangerous combination.
My phone buzzes from my bag, breaking my attention from him. I pull it out and see a text from Noelle.
Noelle: I have some bad news.
