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“Yeah, no worries.”
“I’ll just be two minutes,” she says, rooting through her bag. Phone in hand, she slides her thumb over the screen, presses it to her ear, and talks into the microphone. “Hey, Marcus. What’s up?”
I can’t hear whoever’s speaking, but her lips turn down.
“No, I’m not home at the minute. I’m in London.” She glances at me for a second before pacing to the other side of the room. “Just working with an old friend.”
Air lodges in my throat.
Friend. Right, because that’s what we are… oldfriends.
I shift the guitar off my lap and place it in the case before locking the clasps.
“I’ll be home tomorrow morning,” she tells them, chewing her thumb.
I tidy the papers away, pile them next to her backpack, and grab the mugs. Tea swirls down the sink, ceramic clattering when I drop the empty mugs into the base.
“Yep,” she says. “I’ll call you tomorrow and we can get a date in the diary.”
I tap my foot.
“Alright. Bye Marcus.” She turns to me then. Her eyes dart over the now-clean space, lips tugging down. “Sorry about that, it was just—”
I shake my head. “No worries. We should probably wrap up anyway. I’ve got stuff to be getting on with this evening.”
Her mouth pops open. “Oh, I, er…”
“But we’re in a good space, right?” I shove my hands into my pockets. “We can pick this up over emails or texts now.”
She nods, brushing her thumb over her lip. “If that’s what you want.”
“I’ll just let you out,” I tell her.
I tug the door open.
“Okay.” She watches me for a long second before hurrying to grab her stuff. She tosses the guitar case over one shoulder and her bag over the other, before pausing beside me. “I’ll call tomorrow, to follow up?”
“Yep, sounds good.”
“Okay, speak later then.”
She slips past me.
I feel her eyes burning into my profile as I wave a hand over my shoulder before closing the door.
Back pressed to the wood, I slide down the frame and bang my head against it.
Hendrix’s personal life is none of my business and I’d do well to remember that.
I slipped today. Falling into old habits just because she was by my side. I don’t know if I can afford to slip again.
Chapter twenty-two
Hendrix • Now
Disenchanted – My Chemical Romance
Whatthehelljusthappened?
