Page 46 of Tempting the Player
Things.
God, he’s so annoying. But I’m smiling so hard.
Me
You should go get coffee, maybe a muffin. Caffeine and food might improve your mood.
Hendrick
I’m in a fine mood.
Me
Sorry, did I say mood? I meant personality.
Between and through my classes, I text Hendrick constantly. I never see him again, but I know he’s there, and by the end of the day, I feel lighter and less stressed than I have in so long.
When I get home, I find myself wanting to text him again. I’m addicted to the thrill of his replies popping up on my screen. Even if they are grumpy and succinct. I distract myself with homework and studying. I’ve let myself get behind with everything else going on, so it’s after ten when I close my laptop.
Dahlia and Violet are working in the living room on some big project for a design class, and Daisy is at Jordan’s, so I head upstairs to my room. I stare at the bed, then swipe my pillow and blanket and lay them on the floor in front of the door.
I scroll back through my texts with Hendrick. There are so many it makes me smile.
Me
You don’t stand outside staring into my window with binoculars all night, do you?
His reply is quick.
Hendrick
Definitely no.
Me
What are you doing now?
Hendrick
I’m in bed.
His bed. A slideshow of images from the timeIwas in his bed flash through my mind. Reluctantly, I push them away and ignore the heat spreading over my skin.
Me
Because you’re old and need your sleep?
Hendrick
Night, Jane. Call me if you need anything.
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The next couple of days go by in a similar fashion. I barely see Hendrick, but we text constantly while I’m on campus. By Friday morning, I feel like myself again.
My roommates were all busy this morning, so I drove to campus. I park behind the library, grab my backpack and phone, and start for my first class.
I’m surprised when Hendrick texts me before I’ve sent my usual good morning message once I’m here.
