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There was no stopping my fingers as they moved over the screen to reply back.
That was when it became set in stone for me.
I was going to head to Milo’s place after we got back. I was going to slip into his bed.
I was going to be there when he woke up, and I wouldn’t let him tell me I didn’t belong there.
I was going to show him how perfectly we fit together.
20
Milo
I stared at my phone, rereading the text messages that had already been sent. Sent by me. I also noticed the lack of response back, and wondered why my gut felt like it was twisted up. Could it have been the protein bar I’d found in the break room? That was the only explanation I could come up with for why I felt a little sick to my stomach. But it couldn’t have been. I made sure to check the date before I opened it.
If it wasn’t that, then it must have been something I saw in Remy’s file. But that wasn’t it either. I’d found nothing in it that made me think he was sick or couldn’t handle being out on a mission. He was perfectly healthy. And, sure, I’d taken a peek at the information there about the helicopter crash that caused him to lose his leg, but I couldn’t imagine that was what had me feeling… like this.
I shouldn’t have looked at his file, even if it wasn’t hard for me to find. Some people might see that as a breach of privacy. Though I didn’t get why. It wasn’t like I’d ever use the information against him.
I took in a deep breath through my nose and tried to figure out why I felt this way. Kind of nervous. Kind of a wreck. Kind of like I really needed to throw up.
If Remy would just message me back, I was sure I could move on with my day. Everything would be fine after that.
“Milo?” Kyle called through the door at the same time he knocked.
I blinked down at the texts again, wishing that something other than what I’d sent would pop up.
“Milo?” Kyle called out again, and this time there was a hint of concern in his tone. “I know you’re in there. Can I come in?”
“Uh, yeah,” I said hastily. He wasn’t going away, so there was no sense in ignoring him.
I didn’t mind Kyle. Out of everyone in the office, he seemed to tolerate me the most. Sometimes he even tossed out comments that I was sure were the friendly teasing kind. Like the kind of jabs you make at a buddy, you know. He’d pick on me about being so young and so serious. He didn’t let my harshness get under his skin.
He pushed open the door and took a few steps in. I didn’t look up from my phone, but I felt his eyes staring me down.
“If you need something, just spit it out, please. I’m busy… important things,” I snapped.
“Uh-huh. Real important things,” he said. Suddenly, he was standing beside me, leaning over to get a look at my phone screen. I had nothing to hide, so I didn’t bother trying to shield the text thread. “Real busy waiting on a text back that doesn’t look like it’s coming anytime soon.”
“Huh. What?” I asked, craning my head to look at him.
“One, there are no little dots bouncing to indicate they are typing back. Two, I can see they haven’t even read the messages. Perhaps this…” He leaned over more, eyes narrowing at the small screen in my hand. “Oh, shit. Remy? As in Remy, Remy? Like, works here Remy? The one you try to kill with your eyes most of the time?”
His eyes appeared to have laughter behind them as he looked back at me. It was clear as day that he was finding humor in this situation.
“I do not have the power to kill someone with my eyes,” I said. “And I don’t think I’d like that power. I’d rather have something like telekinesis. Moving things with my mind would be neat. Or maybe like the ability to teleport. Then I could leave the room when people come to bother me. If I could teleport them, that would be even better.”
He laughed.
“Thank God you don’t have some kind of power like that,” he said, clearly amused. “I’d hate to come in here to ask you a question and end up in the middle of a cow field. Or worse, the ocean.”
“Well, I wouldn’t use it unless I knew how to control it. I’m not a horrible person. I wouldn’t leave you someplace you could be stranded and die.”
“Right,” he said, as if he didn’t believe me.
“What would you want?” I asked, curious as to what superpower he would choose. It said a lot about a person.
He blinked at me. Had he not understood the question? It was a difficult one to answer, I suppose. It required a lot of thought, and I had given it thought often. But I didn’t think it was a hard question to comprehend.
